When I first met Mark in the summer of '72, he was a dashing young lad, who's love of the outdoors surpassed anything else. He planned his classes at OSU based on having long weekends that he could spend in the woods. Hunting with friends was his form of relaxation and adventure.
I went hunting with him once. He shot a deer, I helped drag it down, watched him skin it, then joined in. I proved myself, and have never again returned to deer hunting. Sometime during one of Mark's hunting trips for deer, he stumbled across a bear, which soon became a rug. It wasn't what he wanted to do, as much as what he needed to do to remain safe.