Kilgo's powerful memoir does justice to the finest literature in the southern tradition. . . . The book is the late-coming-of-age journal of a mature man who, reviving his childhood fascination with the woods, projects himself back into the wild country as he reaches into his family's past to understand its relationship to the land he hunts. . . . It should be consumed in small portions, a chapter or less at a time, and savored by the moment.

—New York Times Book Review

This is a book not just for hunters, birdwatchers, or naturalists. It's for everybody who senses, or perhaps remembers, that the woods have more to offer than a splotch of shade on a deck in the suburbs.

—Atlanta Journal-Constitution

Throughout this small, taut book, Kilgo's feeling for the bottomland comes through in quiet, honest, and convincing language.

—Outside Magazine