From where we parked the truck, Wolfe's Swamp looked as dark and uninviting as any cave. "Once your eyes get used to the night, it'll seem like high noon back in there, what with the snow and this full moon," said my dad, Mick, who by my best guess must have sensed my reluctance to walk voluntarily into the blackness."Besides," he continued with a smile, "with that pump gun stuffed with those 3-inch BBs, you're the nastiest thing out there in those woods." Good ol' Dad. He always did have a way with words.And he was right.