Evening had fallen and I decided to take a break from my computer and grab some coffee in the kitchen. Red and white blinking lights from two fire trucks surprised me as I followed the flash of their rhythm glaring in my front kitchen window. A fire broke out about five acres east of our property. I grabbed my phone and ran out to my front deck and stepped in the thick blanket of smoke. The polluted fog pinched my eyes. I looked up and saw a back hoe making its way over the hill and onto my street. I couldn’t believe my eyes. Wow, the “hunter” arrived on the scene hurrying with his equipment. The hunter lives behind me with five hunting dogs that drive me nuts. The dogs live in a pen unobtrusively until they get hungry and he’s not home. Once, he left them home alone for an entire weekend. My neighbor, Renie, tells me he’s a nice guy; she knows him from church. I’ve heard wonderful things about him and his hunting adventures in other countries. I’m