I'm back!! Now that I have that nasty diverticulitis behind me, as well as other diversions, I'm ready to have at it once again.
I even saw one in my backyard a few years ago. Anyone who has ever hunted will get a smile on his face when hearing their familiar and singular cackle off in the distance...no matter what time of the year.
John, a friend of later years is a my defense attorney, when he is not hunting. It is good to have him in my pocket. Even though I'm old, I'm still not too old to get into trouble. Last year John said he was going to have me over for pheasant dinner. He still hasn't come through. Perhaps it is because I told him about my involvement with the Tea Party. He misunderstood me, apparently, for I was speaking of a Tea Party on my block, where all the ladies invited me over, in the the hopes that I might debauch and marry one of their daughters, who would only have to wait a few more years, to inherit my vast empire.
I haven't hunted in years, and don't suppose I will again, but I have many happy memories of walking those cornfields with my father and my friends.