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The old adage goes that good things come to those who wait. For Jack Middleton, that saying rang true this year.

Imagine the shock a couple of hunters got last week when they were in Vermont for the annual moose hunt and found themselves staring through the scope at an all-white bull moose. That shock was probably doubled for the workers at the Island Pond check-in station last Wednesday when the hunters, who did not want to be identified, brought the moose in to be checked.

Presented by High Adventure Company: Even now, I can feel the lucid silence of a cedar swamp – tomblike, tangled, ancient as the Book. And above the swamp the brown ridge rests in perpetual peace. This is the ridge eastward of peeled spruce cabin, whose walls blend more and more with the surroundings as the seasons mellow them.

My nephew, John, had a grin spread across his face that was reminiscent of a jack-o-lantern. You see, my nephew is missing a tooth in a very conspicuous spot, which gives him quite the snaggletooth grin. He tries not to smile too much these days, I think because he’s embarrassed that he has a gap that is so easily spotted. But the other day was impossible for him to hide it.

Presented by High Adventure Company: It was the prelude to perfection. We were an hour out of Casper on the maiden of the pronghorn season, and on the high eastern rim of the plain, the promise of day was borne. Clean and clear in the keen, cold air. It was still too dark to see, except the silhouette of a barred owl in a low, snagly tree.

Hunting is more popular than it has ever been, as is shown by the constantly increasing license sales and record-number of animals taken each year.

Presented by High Adventure Company: Down at the Plaza de Mayo, the Argentines are beating each other with sticks. The Peronists have stormed their own headquarters and will not come out until they call a bomb threat on themselves. We are a couple of miles away at El Aeroparque Jorge Newberry, and the pilots are on strike.

Hanging on the wall at my father’s house is a set of antlers that were mounted by my grandfather. A 12-point buck with a rack that starts half as thick as an adult man’s wrist and tapers with tines that end as thick as the same man’s index finger.

It’s hard to believe it’s finally here, especially with all the anticipation that has been building for our whitetail deer hunting season here in Massachusetts. Come October 18, bow season is going to kick off the two-month deer season that includes bow hunting until November 27, followed by a shotgun season from Nov. 29 until December 17 and a muzzleloading season from Dec. 19 until Dec. 30.

Presented by High Adventure Company: The city of London is big. Really big. Over seven million residents. Nearly 12,000 folks per square mile. Like New York City, it’s wide-open, sizzling, rocking and rolling around-the-clock. On the other hand, Kathy and I are not big-city types. Got a stoplight and a Wal-Mart? That’s big enough city for us.