Dear Son Boy,
Grampy wants to remind us to bring our warm boots with us. Apparently a mountain lion has been killing some of the cattle in the field back by the old woods. Rumors are it might be a hundred year cat like the ones Gram Barnes and the first people talk about, like the one that carried off gramp's brother when he was a boy. The wind is howling and the snow is falling. We’ll hunt on the full moon.
Sure-Eyed Teetering Tom