I had a 10 year old boy ring the door bell earlier today. He gave his name and said he was from the school in the little town of Gallatin Gateway. He was selling raffle tickets for some school function that I didn't quite catch the details of. What he seemed most excited about was the grand prize. It was a rifle in 6.5 Creedmoor (he dang sure knew what that was) with a Leupold scope. It's a great part of the country where a kid can feel safe enough to come into a strangers home and try to sell him a rifle.
I'd rather have second place which was a half of beef. As he was leaving I asked if he would do me a favor. He agreed. I asked if he would mow my lawn. He got a funny look on his face when he turned and looked at about 2 feet of snow on the ground. Great kid and a great place to be a kid.
