We were and are, a family of hunters. For years we were sustained on the meat of wildlife and even when it came to a point that we no longer needed to, we hunted. It was such a natural way of life for us and it held a meaning that only those who have lived it can understand. When the bow season for deer came around, there was usually three or four of us that would go at any given time. This particular time, it was brothers John, Jake, I and nephew John, in a mile long valley that had a strip of weeds down the middle, crops that were picked on either side up to the timber. Nephew decided to go around the hill to a watershed, Jake chose a hill side, I chose a tree at the upper end of the valley where I could see it's entire length. Brother John chose the weed patch in which he could sit. He also had decided to take a nap I guess, either that or the warm afternoon sun lulled him to sleep, but I know from the six hundred yards from where I sat in the tree, he had disappeared. But only for thirty minutes because of a sudden I see him leaping up in the air, clawing at his clothes and jumping up and down, shaking from side to side. It took awhile for the sound of all the yelling and hollering to get to me which seemed out of sync with the antics that were going on and this continued for about a minute as I put my binoculars on him to see what had happened. As quickly as he had appeared, he dropped out of sight, leaving me to wonder what in the world was going on. As the afternoon turned into late evening and the dusk of another day was at hand, I was eager to see what had prompted big brother to act in such a way. Climbing down from the tree and moving on to the meeting point, I could see him talking to the other two. When I got to him he was showing where the Joni hand warmer had burned a spot on his belly. He had falling asleep as I thought and had rolled over on the hand warmer and had a burn the size of a quarter right next to his belly button. I didn't have the heart to tell him what a show he had put on until later that evening but it was added to the stories and legends of the McCormick family hunting lore, to be told time and time again at gatherings and reunions.