Thank you, indulgent friends! Yesterday, to celebrate 62 years, and under the guise of turkey hunting (in fact, I haven't heard a gobble in two weeks here, but if I have a season and a tag, I'll be out there), I took a solo adventure hike around the backside of the local mountain, up the creek valley, straight uphill to the highest point, then down through rocky scree and up again into Pond Spring bowl and back to the cabin ... a distance, elevation gain and pace that I perhaps kid myself would wilt the average guy half my age into his Birkenstocks or pointy-toed boots. I was marginally crippled myself, but not for long, as I got back just in time for happy hour. That's what a lifetime of true hard hunting will do for you, using the 'quads' God gave us. Yes, and only the best women, booze and cigars! Thanks again, young fellers. Dave