Dec. 18, 2013 —
By the time we got back to the fire, it was dying and the bottle in the sack was empty.
We were told we had to observe an old family tradition by throwing the youngest hunter’s cap into the air for the others to shoot at.
I reluctantly threw my new cap into the air and they blasted it apart. I found only a piece of the bill.
I told mother about the “family tradition” and showed her what was left of my cap. She was not happy.
I returned the dogs and told the owner about my cap. Laughing so hard he nearly fell out of his chair, he said he had never heard of such a thing.