Somewhere inside the small patch of woods surrounded by sugarcane fields, Hoke hunted. Maybe no more than 20 acres in size, if you flew over it the woodland would resemble a postage stamp stuck in the middle of an envelope.
A mix of hackberry, swamp maple, water and pin oaks, the isolated habitat wasnt large enough to support a deer population, but its perfect for big red fox squirrels.
Hoke was used to the terrain, having hunted it before. Thered be no surprises on the afternoon. The goal was simply to spend a couple of hours hunting on a day already short because of winter, and if all went well the day would culminate with shooting a couple of the tree dwellers for the pot.