Quiet... and action!

Anytime in Quietville these days, the sound of a shot will pierce the silent air. Apart from a turn of the mouth, nobody will twitch or start. The hunting season is on, and there's nothing you can do about it. An innocent walk in the woods become unnerving when you hear shots and start to wonder how visible this green coat really is in a forest? and how doglike does your dog really look when he gracefully jumps over a fallen tree blocking the path (coincidence? accident? I think not!).
I have been going to Ferguson Forest where hunters can hunt with bow and arrows for 6 days in the fall. I have a friend who hunts that way. Think huge technologically sound bows. Forget the one you made as a kid with a branch and some string. Those are deadly weapons.
The 6 dreaded days have come and gone so I don't need to worry anymore. The forest is now host to people who train their dogs for dogsled races - I have heard they have started training but have not seen them yet. I go on narrow uneven trails, the proverbial "road less traveled". Peace and quiet, peace and quiet. I better look inside 'cause the outside world is not getting any quieter...