Dang. I DON’T want it. Or a knee replacement. I’ve reached the age in the last year or so where I stop and think about what I’m fixing to do. A little voice says “AC, you gotta take care of yourself.” Prayers for relief for Brock and Biscuit.
“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.”
