Huckleberry hunting
Coeur d’Alene Press
“That is a great smell,” I slowly and deliberately whisper to my wife while deeply engulfing my first whiff of huckleberry as we hike to our secret huckleberry garden. I’m not sure why I whisper. As most huckleberry pickers know, the safe and sane method of huckleberry picking is to make as much noise possible to alert the potential bear searching for the same delicious berry I crave. I suppose and consciously understand that my granddaughter’s, amazed and loudly expressive of every bug, flower and scat on the trail leading to my secret huckleberry sanctuary will scare any creature from within a mile of our hike. …