The bespectacled of the two young men was unyieldingly energetic in his goal to add Red Crossbills to his museum collection. His diligence would pay off. Through the falling snow he would spot- and shoot two of the crimson crossbills.
But before he could pick up the specimens, a snow covered log would trip him up and the fall would break his glasses. His temporary shortsightedness turned to great foresight, and he vowed on that day to always carry spare lenses.