It's 1978 and it's the family's annual squirrel hunt. The old cabin had a big pot belly stove and it was almost glowing red this early morning November day. My uncle had stoked it up and as he open the door to retrieve some wood I could feel the cold air. My granny and a few aunts where frying bacon and making home made biscuits. All my uncles and cousins were coming to their feet and wiping the sleep out of their eyes. This was a tradition, a tradition that sticks with a young boy for a lifetime. I was shooting my trusty 20 gauge pump and it's oak stock was weathered from many years of use by my grandpaw. After breakfast and everyone grabbing their shells, we entered the coat room. This was a place situated between the kitchen and the 4 bedrooms. It was picked out many years ago before I was born, to hang hunting coats and not get in the way. Mainly from bringing them in dripping wet, or dripping with blood. My uncles had nailed up cedar logs with branches to hang hats on. Something I never noticed as a child growing up but the smell of that room had a distinct smell that still sticks with me today. It's a combination of waxed canvas, cedar and squirrel. I still have that old shotgun, the firing pen is very weak, but it fires every once in a while. I don't have my original waxed hunting coat though I wished I did. I imagine it has plenty of stains still on it. I do still wear wax or cotton hunting coats, my two favorite are Redhead and one that Beretta makes. Do you have a favorite hunting coat?