Childhood reflections with a touch of grace: Closing the distance

Mickey Starling Columnist As the summer sun again finds its strength, it signals that hunting season is just around the corner. Since my youth, hunting has always been one of my passions, though my early hunts consisted mainly of frogs, caterpillars and roly poly bugs. There’s a certain thrill involved in the pursuit of an animal in the wild, especially if that animal tastes really good over rice and gravy. I caught that thrill the first time I went deer hunting. Forty-five minutes into the