The Eyes have it

Look closely into his eyes, you can see me standing there
Squirrel Chatter, just ramblings and rants from the Great Alaskan Red Squirrel Cam on the road across America. Looking for nuts.
My Great Uncle Tom as a young man came to hunt moose on the Kenai in 1920s. Hunting is a family tradition. As the story goes, he quit hunting after this trip because of the death of a female bear they thought was unaccompanied by any cubs only to find it wasn't.
