Fully quit of school and finally in love, I had been offered a cabin in West Virginia for the summer.
Within the month I had restocked my childhood armory — net, killing jar, spreading board, pins, display cases — and was again out roaming the fields.
Watching a documentary recently about the old men of Italy’s Piedmont who hunt for truffles, I noticed that sometimes when they explain themselves all talk of truffles drops away.
The one thing I have not yet discarded is the butterfly net.
I don’t know if the same is true for birders with their binoculars or deer hunters with their rifles, but for me, walking with the butterfly net alters my perceptions.
Persons:
he’s
Organizations:
Italy’s
Locations:
Connecticut, Pittsburgh, West Virginia