Ok, the postman drove up the road while I was at the neighbor's house. As I was mowing the neighborhood road edges working my way home, he came back by and stopped to talk. Asked me how bow season went this year, etc. I figured he was playing with me. I had high hopes for a few minutes there. But no luck. Oh well. I always feel better with the idea that I don't get my bow before I get my recipient's done.