Looks like a good weekend to retreat to the man cave. Sub zero and 6 inches of snow on the way. Going to re-read an old upland classic from my library, play some guitar, currently working on Kenny Loggins "House at Pooh Corner", load some shells, play with the dogs, and open that small batch bottle of bourbon my son gave me for Christmas.
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"How kind it is that most of us will never know when we have fired our last shot"--Nash Buckingham
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