Geo, it's hot, nothing is in, creeks are low and the best place in town is the nearest couch. I haven't heard a peep from across the pond about the Glorious Twelfth. You'd think they'd at least want to make us green with envy. Stan's about to have a fit waiting for the Glorious First Saturday in September, Noon, To be Precise, AKA the South Georgia Dove Hunter Heat Stroke Open. What else is there to talk about? Gil