I so wish that we were explorers and not hunters. You can still carry your Winchesters, guys. Or whatever that thing which looks like you could single-handedly liberate Afganistan with that the Huntsman carries is. A sniper's jerk stick. But why must we be hunters? Why can't we be cartographers or pathfinders or frontiersmen? Same fingerless leather gloves, same good shoes, same canteens and dry snacks, same shrubbery, thorn and mud, drizzle and fog, same crooked terrain and winter forest, the dark spruces and the rustle of birch leaves. Same pond pits and sudden gorges. Same tracks. Same animals. Same dogs.