I craw out of my dad’s silver, Dodge Quad Cab, pickup. I strike out across his land. I am in the deep woods of a place known as Beat 10. Here is the picture. I grab my Glock 40 caliber and holster it on my right hip. I throw the 7 millimeter .08 rifle over my left shoulder. I grab my nicely finished, leather computer case containing my MacBook and carry it off of my left shoulder. I grab a bag of chocolate chip cookies. The last piece is a red cooler which was an after thought. Just before leaving my grandmother’s I asked my uncle Keith if he had a cooler. He digs around and finds a red, soft-side, Dale Earhardt Jr. cooler with the number 8 plastered to the side. I filled the cooler with ice that I got from an outside freezer behind my grandmother’s house under a big shed. The freezer contained processed deer meat and deer heads waiting to be mounted. Along with the ice, I throw in some Heinekens. Just to make sure you got the picture, I have the computer on the left shoul...