Every Thanksgiving morning since they were in high school these men, now in their 50s, have gathered at Donny’s home for breakfast. His wife makes homemade biscuits, fried country ham, fried apple pies and bacon. After breakfast the beagles are set out and the traditional rabbit hunt begins. Their sons are now of an age that they hunt with their fathers. The hunting isn’t very serious; we get a few but the real reason this is done is to get together, tell a few lies, laugh and listen to the sound of the dogs on a trail. This was my seventh year to be with them and I am honored to among them.