table, squeezed almost knee to knee because there were three Firekillers, four Landons, and Merle. Steven commented, âYouâre awfully quiet, Jack. Whatâs up?â
Everyone turned to look at Jack, so he had to scramble for an answer. âTurkeys,â he blurted. âI was thinking about the wild turkeys weâve seen all over the park. Is this one of them?â He pointed to the platter on the table that held a beautifully browned turkey, now sliced into separate pieces. âI mean, was this one of them?â
âOh, no,â Blue answered quickly, holding the carving knife in his hand. âHunting is not allowed in Great Smoky Mountains National Park. In fact, there are very few national parks where it is allowed. You canât hunt or trap wildlife at all. Not even those animals that are not native to the park, like the wild hogs that keep wandering inside our boundaries. Those hogs are dirty and hairy. Theyâre about the same overall body size as you, Jack, and they cause a lot of damage to the parkâs fragile ecosystem. Sometimes we try to trap the hogs and move them onto Forest Service land, where hunting is allowed.â
Yonah broke in, âBut you kill a lot of them.â
Blue nodded. âTrue. You gotta realize, if we find one way out in the back country, itâs too hard to trap it and haul it all the way out, so we euthanize it.â
âThatâs a polite way of saying you shoot it,â Yonah commented pointedly.
âEuthanize it,â Blue repeated. âRangers go out at night in the high elevations of the park with night-vision goggles and silencer rifles. Theyâll stalk a wild hog thatâs been seen along the trail.â
âAnd shoot it,â Yonah said again.
âRecycle it back into the park,â Blue said. âBecause other animals eat the hog carcassâbears, coyotes, vultures, crowsâ¦. When a hungry bear comes out of its den in the spring and finds a nice big wild hog carcass, the bear figures itâs a gift from heaven.â
Ashley interrupted, âYou said a wild hog is about the same body size as Jack. Well, Jack is 120 pounds. So a bear who ate Jack all the way down to his toesâ ha ha! âwould look pretty big for this time of year, right? Like the bear in Heatherâs photos.â
âThanks a lot,â Jack said, âfor turning me into bear scat,â and everyone laughed. Everyone except Merle. âBut what I think my sister is trying to say,â Jack continued, âis that maybe Heatherâs attack bear ate a hog and got fat.â
âI donât think thatâs likely. But hereâs another thought,â Steven offered. âWhat if the hog died from disease and a bear ate it? Could that affect the bear?
âMmmm â¦.â Blue seemed to be considering that. âWell, wild hogs do get diseases like pseudo-rabies and swine brucellosis, but weâve never been aware of those or other hog diseases inside this park. Maybe a lot farther south, but not here. Anyway, Iâll check with headquarters to find out whether any wild hogs have been put down recently.â
The dinner-time chatter turned to other things, with everyone talking until Lily announced, âTime for dessert. Even though itâs not Christmas, I baked us a Cherokee Christmas cake. My mother used to make these with hazelnuts, dates, and goatâs milk, but Iâve modernized the recipe a bit since I canât find any goatâs milk at the supermarket.â
âI like it better the way you make it,â Blue told her, starting to slice the cake Lily had set in front of him.
Pushing back his chair, Jack said, âUh, could you excuse me for a minute? I need toâ¦.â He pointed in the direction of the bathroom.
âBetter hurry,â Merle told him, âor I might eat your piece of cake.â
âBetter not!â Jack wanted to get out of there while Merle