Brother Fred, the feral vibe coming from this river bottom is renewing my soul. The warm temps, and the full moon will not diminish the moment, and that moment is November in the bottoms I Squirrel hunted with my second hand single shot unmentionable, or my 22 caliber unmentionable. The ghosts of our kinsmen are still here, and still strong. The menu will be smoked meat and amber liquid. I feel 20 years younger. Any and all kills will be celebrated and revered. The only thing that could make this better is if my brother from another mother was here. We would toast the witching hour, and greet the damn from an ambush point in anticipation of providing for ours. The TRUE Illinois is calling your name for roll call FDH. She is commanding you to rejuvenate your feral soul, to return to the place of your youth where it all began. This i promise you my dear friend, YOU will share in this camp with my brothers and I, you WILL be welcomed as a feral kinsman. We will eat, drink and relish in the mother's feral calling. It will cleanse the soul. What say you brother Fred? Will you come fourth and be feral in these Southern Illinois river bottoms?