Thirty-seven years ago, in the Pennsylvania deer woods, Mark and Dan Witt lost their father, Walter, in a hunting accident. After years of grief, anger, and pain, they found peace. And this summer, for the first time, they went to find their father’s place in the woods.
Walter DeSales Witt was in a good place: with his back against a hemlock, green boughs dropped with snow all around, like a half-opened umbrella.
He’d wormed his way under the branches, spread out a burlap sack for a makeshift seat, and now he could watch a deep-woods edge where hardwoods transitioned to a stand of hemlocks. It was dark Pennsylvania timber, just the kind of route a big buck might travel.