The bone-chilling frosty mornings; deodorant destroying heat of late summer scouts; coffee craving early morning hides and shin thumping stumbles coming out in the evening; have all lead to this cat ‘n mouse game the two of you’d been playing for now 4 years, has become more camaraderie than adversarial.
I had been there. In the exact spot. It was December 1958 and in a light snow, with a very crisp chill in the air. Only then my feet were a size 6 boys and freezing like exposed chicken knuckles! At least now, my feet weren’t freezing. But the blood laced adrenalin jitters were still there. And I loved it.