Lloyd,
If, a big if, I know, I get to walk a logging trail in my 90s, and meet a young guy who will let me pet his pooch, and enjoy a short hike down a sunny trail, with the chance of a Grouse at the end, I won’t be too down.

I promise.

Lost a good friend today. Noel Robinson was 85 years young, and still riding his English Bicycle around Lake Pepin for two days with a younger crowd, well, somewhat younger, for the most part. Not a hunting buddy, but, about the oldest friend in my stable, and an anchor in my Sons life. Noel was the Grandpa my son never really had.

Even with excellent health at the 85 year mark, nothing is promised. Noel died in his sleep, in his tent, on a bicycle camping trip.

Best,
Ted