Hunters by car overlook abundant game close beneath the road

Evidence

Here, come October, I sit in the solitude of my tamaracks and hear the hunters’ cars roaring up the highway, hell-bent for the crowded counties to the north. I chuckle as I picture their dancing speedometers, their strained faces, their eager eyes glued on the northward horizon. — Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac, 204

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• XREF: connects to: Aimless wandering guided by reading the land finds game better than planned logic — Aldo Leopold, A Sand County Almanac: With Other…, 224