Kingsville
The great John Dallas and I are ensconced in a little lakeside cabin off Lake Erie not far from Kingsville, Ontario tonight. We're having a drink of the brown liquor and swapping tales of duck shoots long past. The wind is howling and the season opens in a few hours. We've made it, we've suffered the long hot summer, and the finest time of the year has finally come. Maybe this wind will stir the mallards up and we'll get some shooting 'long about daylight. Maybe not, but we're here and being here is half the fun of it. John will be 81 his birthday and I'm well past the half century mark myself, it's enough sometimes to just know you're still around.
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I was as virtuously given as a gentleman need to be; virtuous enough; swore little; diced not above seven times a week; went to a bawdy-house once in a quarter--of an hour; paid money that I borrowed, three of four times; lived well and in good compass: and now I live out of all order, out of all compass. Falstaff - Henry IV
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