"Area...closed...to hunting" said Billy slowly, reading the temporary roadside sign as he and Hank drove south on Rt. 447 in Hank's beat-up pickup. 

  "Yeah," said Hank as he shifted back into fourth gear to continue down the nearly deserted country road. "That jerk spoiled the hunting season.  And how'm I gonna feed my family this winter?  I'll have to hunt somewhere's else.  But dang, these woods is what I know, Billy."

  "Are you thinkin' what I'm thinking?" asked Billy.

  "Yeah, I think so."

  "How we gonna do it?"

  "Dunno yet.  Gotta think about it.  Hey let's stop at the pizza place and get a couple six packs. . . "