I'm not going to be able to socialize with you gents much as I am going to sit in my stand, with night vision binos if I have to, until I get a bobcat.

You [bleep] taunting me for 9 years ends in March.


XOXO

Shearer.

The pessimist complains about the wind; the optimist expects it to change; the realist adjusts the sails.
William Arthur Ward