The Apple Tree Field
The sun was starting to dip over the western ridge, and I grudgingly pointed my car back to the city thinking that my romp in the mountains was over. But then I spotted a big clearing through a stand of hardwoods and I slammed on the brakes. Curiosity got the best of me and I'm glad it did, because when I followed a trail leading out to the clearing, I found a large grass field that was dotted with pines and apple trees. It looked like one of those spots you see in hunting shows on Saturday morning. Many of the apple trees were badly abused, not only stripped of their apples, but also their low-hanging limbs. In fading light I quickly prowled the edge of the field until I found the trail deer were using to enter the field.