.....just wasn't enough to do. I mean, we only had Argentine Clays, seventeen sporting clay stations, crazy skeet, trap, and bull sessions out under the stars. To say nothing of museum class goodies stacked everywhere. And we didn't have enough to eat--just steak and salmon, gourmet venison and caribou, duck Cajun gumbo, and to die for sides. Why, a feller could starve to death......but not at Raton!

John McCain is my war hero.