So tonight, my son shows up with his shotgun that always needs cleaning. AND my shotgun that I lent him SEVERAL years ago. (Bout time) So I tell him go out to the barn and I'll be along directly. I get out there and he plops this thing down on the shelf by my scales. I laugh and see an opportunity. So, we spend some quality time cleaning his shotgun, he's going on a quail hunt Monday week, Clint tells me that's in honor of your first cat with your new rifle. I laugh, and joke with him a bit, The high point of the night is spending some time with my grown son doing what we both enjoy. He's a funeral director and doesn't get much time off to enjoy being outside. I hope he kills a sack full. They happen to eat good too. Thanks for the indulgence of your time reading this. We aren't promised tomorrow so make the most of your time with your family.









