I awoke this morning, to the sound of a rooster in the distance crowing the morning in.  As I sit here on the computer I can hear him crow every now and then.  Then I had a overpowering emotional response of homesickness and a bit of regret.  Thinking of Rodney and the girls.  For those of you who have forgotten old Rodney here is a link to an old post:  http://www.thesquirrelcam.com/page/2/?s=Rodney

My Great Uncle Tom as a young man came to hunt moose on the Kenai in 1920s.  Hunting is a family tradition.  As the story goes, he quit hunting after this trip because of the death of a female bear they thought was unaccompanied by any cubs only to find it wasn’t.