Smoking — “Are You Cool?”

It was a beautiful day The Colorado sky was bright blue, the sun was shining, and at 10,000 feet we could see for miles in the clear mountain air. Far below in the edge of the meadow the two white tents were clearly visible, as were my mules that were contentedly munching on the grass. Elk hunting season has always been my favorite time of the year and today everything seemed perfect—all except for the young man who lay on the ground near me. He was gasping for breath, his pupils were dilated,...