Post 01

�’� ��� ���� he wasn’t thankful for the “neat little contraption” that had helped rescue him, or for the young people who’d traipsed through the cold forest in search of an old-timer. It was more that he was embarrassed, and frustrated with all the fuss. Even the local news channels had shown up. “Half hour more daylight and I would have been fine,” he told the rescuers. The next day, Bill Jr. was tasked with sitting his dad down and having ‘the talk’. “I said, ‘The whole family was extremely scared, especially Mom,’” Bill Jr. recalls. “‘You can’t go out alone anymore.’” Bill agreed to swear he wouldn’t go out hunting or hiking alone again. But a week later, during a short hike—with company—he waffled a bit. “I need to keep that promise,” he said. “But the idea of it drives me crazy. I love walking around in these woods alone.”