The daughter and I had been eating hot sauces of various kinds for awhile, increasing the heat. All fun and games. Cutting up about who could take it. We got some ghost pepper sauce on some wings at a restaurant. I barely made it home. I stick to jalepenos and Tabasco now. That ghost sauce was a wrecking ball.


“Killing tomorrow’s trophies today.”

On the distance I like to walk to my stands:
“The first 100 yards is also the last 100 yards.”