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S P O R T I N G C L A S S I C S 2 0 Alberta, for Scotland, and then Cameroon, and next Mongolia, before we're at last on to far and strange destinations nobody can even pronounce the name of. All in the search for the something, as the years race by, that we had a few miles from home, for a whole lot less expense and trying it seems, when we were only six-come-sixteen. But then, we must all shoot our lions. For wasn't that the impatient, burning wish of boyhood too? The leap from the leopard frog to the leopard. And yet, after all the miles and moments, the many horizons, and it was good and fine—it was never yet altogether the same. When in the moment of consciousness you ask yourself why? . . . the answer looms clear: because the someone you loved, who introduced you to wonder in the first place, to want wildness and adventure so badly . . . was no longer there to render it so infinitely special. When one day—for most of us I think—the circle starts closing, and we're brought to look anew for the wonder still left close to home . . . we realize yet again what we already know—that it can never be again exactly as it was. We can't be the boy again. Too many of the pieces are gone. It'll never be 1936 or 1942 again. Though finding happily, instead, that it's been there all along. It never im Wrenn and his 10-year-old son Jack with the boy's first woodcock, taken over Stella's point. J