After waiting out the storm, which fortunately passed quickly, we headed for the raised hunting blind that Jay Coleman, the property owner, called Peabody. Peabody had a wood frame and was accessed by a ladder that we climbed, lugging packs and guns. It had three windows, one per wall, with the fourth wall being taken up by the door. There was enough room for two chairs that gave visual access to the windows, and space for another chair in back. During Grace’s time on a gun, that third chair would be occupied by the self-designated photographer/videographer/silent cheerleader—namely, me. Brian McCombie, who agreed to help guide Grace, took the seat to Grace’s right. Windows were raised, rifles were readied, and the waiting commenced.