Gone like the Wild Goose of Winter.

Headed to the farm. First time I have actually gone into these woods and hunted it since I was about 29 years old. This time, it's just me. But I can't wait.

Be back home by Mon or Tue, have to take Grandma to airport Wed morning, and then I'll head from there to camp to see the invisible deer there.

Y'all argue some. It sharpens the brain to be challenged. If not, try to nap. I never get to nap.



Later Gators.