I first met Chris in the spring of 1978. We were both freshman milers on the Saranac Lake track team. I ran track because I got cut from the baseball team. Chris ran track because girls ran track too. His reason quickly became mine. We were soon best friends, and have been so since.
By fall 1979 Chris and I were juniors. We played Redskins football in the fall. I still could not make the baseball team, so in the spring, we both still ran track too. In between, we spent our days sharing yet another mutual interest- hunting rabbits.
Once football season ended and the snow settled in, after school we spent afternoons and weekends chasing snowshoe rabbits through thick conifers swamps. Chris had an old Mossberg. I had my Dad’s vintage Ithaca, both pumps. Chris had an Airedale named Murphy that he claimed was a rabbit dog, but I had my doubts.