Over 30 years ago when Gary and I were just dating he introducted me to hunting with hounds. I grew up in Montana and have been in the woods my whole life so going out in the middle of the night, seemed a little intriguing. We were hunting the mud flats and the dogs took off up the bank. With flash lights in hand we scrambled up the bank and they were treed just a few feet into the woods. As we shined our lights up the tree it looked like a Christmas tree full of yellow lights. I was so surprised I said, "Oh my we have a Christmas Tree." To the more savvy it is called a den tree, but to me it was a real surprise.
