What I love about the guy is that he’s an all-arounder, a hunter-gatherer. He just loves being out there, being in touch with what nature is up to today. Sure, he hunts turkeys and deer with a recurve, but he also gathers wineberries, blackberries, and wild grapes. He knows where to find mushrooms: morels, chanterelles, oysters, hens and chickens. He knows the name—or so it has seemed to me on every outing—of every plant and critter we come across. And he can’t restrain himself from picking them up, whether they’re snakes or snapping turtles. He told me has had four beavers by the tail, two by accident that he didn’t see and somehow went after lures. The trick with beavers, he says, is to choke up close to the the body so they can’t turn tight enough to turn on you. He could be hosing me, but I don’t think so. His name is Rob Curtin.