Summer 1989 – Step Lightly and Watch the Trees

From behind the seat Smith pulled a furled umbrella. He handed it to me. It felt like it weighed at least thirty pounds. He pulled out a second for himself. While he loaded his rifle I checked my umbrella’s construction. It was heavy canvas, waxed, over a thick aluminum frame. Smith said, “When we get into the forest, pop it up. There are a dozen mesh panels that will let you see up to the canopy. You won’t get the best view but it’s better than having one of the buggers land on your shoulders.”