If you’re referring to me as having a bad day, you couldn’t be more wrong. Life’s good. Even suffering fools like the clown shoes gang, things couldn’t be better. Still relatively young, I can still see my feet and pecker (aka I’m not sporting a front butt), still active, still killing birds, hunting over fully trained dogs that have trouble keeping up with me.

ALL. IS. GOOD.

JimmyW, don’t be such dork and stop trying to chat about things you have no clue about.