When I was 16 or 17 and was climbing Meeting House Hill once with a friend, I was almost shot. Standing at the rocky top of that small mountain with my friend, we both heard the sound of gun shots and then I felt my hair part as something went whizzing by at incredible speed. A few minutes later, David Stephens and Bucky Dean showed up with their guns. They were out shooting at squirrels and in the process had almost killed a person, me.
Bucky Dean died a few years ago (an accident I think), he was only in his 40's. Today, I hear that his best friend David Stephens has died, ironically in a hunting accident. I worked with both as a young man and they were both good men. Sadly they are both no longer on this earth.