Stanley R. Farnumâs happy place was where most people get lost. At one time, every weekend at four in the morning, the men of South Egremont would congregate at the Farnum house for a traditional trapperâs breakfast cooked by Stanleyâs wife, Hilda Mae. âThere was a huge cast-iron frying pan on the stove with a big breakfast or home fries and eggs, and after that, they were out the door and in the woods before it got light,â said his daughter, Kyle Farnum. For Stanley, hunting wasnât a pastime, it was a lifestyle. He spent most of his childhood in the woods, fishi...