After saving for several years, I bought my first hunting vehicle: an old Ford Bronco. Even though my lifelong best friend and mentor Jaybird shook his head when I showed her to him, I was totally in love with the four-wheel-drive beauty I called Clara, named after my significant other at the time.
“Shoot, that rattletrap would get stuck in a mud puddle,” Jaybird mumbled. “Clara ain’t nothing but a clunker.”
“Aw, come on, Jaybird. Don’t be so critical of my sweet baby. Just look what’s on the front bumper — a powerful winch. On the off chance she gets stuck and trees are nearby, it will pull her out.”
