Had a small cup of saki with supper and a night cap of Old Forester Rye. The rye has more of an edge than the good Iowa stuff, but passable on a cold winter night.
“My horn is full and my pouch is stocked with ball and patch. There is a new, sharp flint in my lock and my rifle and I are ready. It is sighted true and my eyes can still aim.” Kaywoodie
