I was in the cabin of the legendary mountain man Jeb Carlyle. He had just fed me a sumptuous dish of rattlesnake head, of all things. After some initial trepidation, I managed to finish the surprisingly good meal. The meal was only one of the many things that could catch your eye in his little home.
As we continued our conversation, I would later realize that just about everything in that little cabin had a story waiting to be told. After an initially awkward and potentially dangerous introduction, Carlyle was now starting to warm up to me, and was slowly revealing each of those stories, one at a time.