*Jesse smiled* "I didn't mean just you. I meant both of us. Come on, let's go." *Jesse corrected Bo when his nephew took the lead on the path* "Settle down now. I'm the one with the shotgun." *Bo moved over with a smile on his face and let his elder get ahead. Jesse walked at a snail's pace looking in all diections. They were less than a quarter mile from where the trap was when Jesse stopped in his tracks. 50 feet in front of him, the thick brush rustled with the sound of something large. Jesse wondered to himself....deer, wild boar....or the swamp beast?*