Like most new parents, my wife, Michelle, and I are masters of multitasking. A couple nights ago, I was standing over the stove watching green tomato slices sizzling in a skillet. My son, Anse—13 months old—was in his high chair, eating pieces of fried green goodness between fists full of Spaghetti-Os. Michelle was at the dinner table next to him with her computer, watching trail camera videos on the SD cards we’d pulled earlier that day. Every few minutes, I’d get a summons to the table to evaluate just how much a given buck’s belly was sagging, or how much antler growth I expected he had left before bow season.