
He was a young steelworker from a sad little hill town in Pennsylvania. Nothing had prepared him for war in the jungles of Asia ... nothing except the hellish heat of the blast furnaces ... gut-searing boilermakers ... the trailer life ... and the strenghth of his passion for hunting the great deer of the Alleghenies. The deer hunter was young, but he had steady nerves, the grace of a cat, and the high mountain passes in his heart. He would need all of them to survive.