[willy]

He think he looks impressive standing there, you should be in the Maine woods hunting grouse, beautiful setting poplars ferns golden and blaze orange and red leaves, smoking your pipe holding a beautiful Browning shotgun and feeling like you have found the place where you would want to have your ashes strewn someday.
Then you hear a rukus like God heard your thoughts and is going to bury here on the spot, sapling trees out in front of you as thick as your wrist thirty feet in the air are falling, rather crashing down in front of what sounds like a run away train left the track, you bring your shotgun (loaded with #7 shot! ) up and get behind the biggest tree near you and you watch as one of them big mamajamas comes running ten feet away from you.
You know how you walk thru thick woods picking your way thru and going around things, THEY DON'T and if a Springer Spaniel working his pattern out in front of you spooks one, get the H@ll out of dodge brother :o