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By Tim Jones
November is, as far as I'm concerned, the month of campfires. There's a phrase in Swahili that translates as "dreaming the fire." Isn't that the most wonderful description for the endlessly fascinating pastime of watching flames dance and embers glow . . . ?

You have to be careful where and when you build a campfire, there are both moral and definite legal consequences for doing it wrong. But when you can have a camp fire, it's one of the best moments in life.

For nearly two decades now, my buddy David Shedd, his father, Warner, and his brother, Mark, and I have spent as much as a week in early November in one of two campsites we have in New Hampshire. The occasion is deer hunting season.

Both of these sites are over a mile from the nearest road, neither has any trail leading to it. They are just spots in the woods we've discovered over the years.

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