In fact, were it not for the kindness (or at least the awareness) of strangers, I might have an empty spot in my gun cabinet. A number of years ago, at the end of a morning turkey hunt, I unloaded my shotgun, took off my vest, got in my car, and drove into the town where I planned to stop for breakfast on my way home. At the only intersection, two cars beeped at me as they idled by. I smiled and waved. It being a small, rural town like the one I grew up in, I assumed they were just being friendly.