This is a reflective piece from Cade Hall about a hunt he went on. Hall was in his truck listening to music and these were the lyrics, “You should’ve seen it in color. “ Mr. Hall had gotten out of his truck and then the cool fall breeze hit him in the face. Hall said that there were so many memories that came to his mind when walking on this old path. Coming here always brought a warm feeling that he could only feel here. Hall arrived at his destination trying to get prepared for that afternoon. On this day he had so many memories and moments that he had remembered, which brought him to tears. The moments of when he climbed up the old oak tree, which was located next to the rusted gate. He used to go fishing on the bridge. These were the times
