but it's just about at the end. I divided up all my guns between the three boys today and I'll start on the ammunition tomorrow. No, nothing terminal except old age but I don't have a place to hunt anymore and to be honest, the desire to either. All I'm keeping is a twenty gauge pump, a 22 and the 257 Roberts just in case and a couple of 22 pistols for easy access. Broke my heart to see the old savage side by side headed toward Indiana. I've been blessed to be a part of the greatest generation of hunting in the 20th century but it's time to hand reins over to my prodigy.

God has been good to this old reprobate, maybe He'll continue to bless me with a few more years of good fishing