8 more quarts o jam cooling now. Maybe 10 moreor so worth of apricots waiting to be cut up and cooked down. Met up with an 82 year old mentor of my hunting addiction this evening. We chatted awhile and it reminded me howmuch I miss the ole days, even though the new days mean just as much. I hope and pray my kids get to meet and enjoy 30 years of hunting and fishing with just such a man someday as I have. To the Good ole days and my mentors of the outdoors I tip my bottle.
Work I don't even want to think about howmuch work I have ahead of me before hunting season. Maybe I'll go buy another boom stick to make me feel better.
