By Lowell E. Bittner Artwork by Marie Brummett I WROTE an article that appeared in the April 2012 issue that was titled “Why.” It dealt with happenings that had no explanations. Why has a “brother” called How. How is also responsible for some happenings that are hard to explain or understand. A few examples are described in this account. As a Game Protector (now a Wildlife Conservation Officer) my first assignment was in Schuylkill County. One day while I was patrolling during small game season I rounded a bend on a mountain road and spotted a grouse standing in the middle of the road. A second later feathers flew and the bird was flopping around on the road. I then spotted a car on the side of the road with the passenger door open and a young man with a shotgun. I’m MARCH 2013 sure the two occupants in the car wondered how I happened to show up at that exact time. Talk about a stroke of bad luck for them and good luck for me. During my career with the Game Commission I was asked often how I came to be a “game warden.” As they say, truth is stranger than fiction. It came about because of a beer. I was working for a utility company at the time but was not happy with the job. I had been recently discharged from the military, was married and had a son. I saw an ad in an outdoor magazine beckoning people to enroll in a course and become a government hunter, game warden, etc. I mentioned it to my wife, Lenore, and said this would be an 7