Jack had been living in the woods ever since he returned from Vietnam. He liked the lonely life of solitude after the horrors of war, only going into the nearby town when he had to, either to collect supplies or to deliver the wood he chopped and sawed into planks for the local carpenter, who happened to be an old friend from before 'Nam.
Jack didn't mind not seeing people much and folks didn't bother him and besides who would, after all 'he was a crazy Nam vet, capable of anything, maybe even eating babies
and wearing a necklace of ears, that's what they did out there you know', or so people would say and have you believe, and understandably Jack was content with his own company.
