Guest Post by Rookie Marksman “At home amidst the sounds of cracking bark, the movement of soft earth gives way to paths meant to be carved. The deep, crisp smell of the pines provides welcome seclusion. With the familiar form of tools that have lasted a lifetime, I am returned to the simple pleasures of Life. Moving from task,To craft, To freedom,I find my soul and my spirit at peace.” “Though much is taken, much abides and though we are not now, that strength which in old days, moved earth...