Actually, Buzz, I'm having a heck of a lot of fun with this nonsensical topic and a whole lot of what I've written is very much tongue in cheek. I do chuckle whenever I think of a properly dressed English gentleman with his neatly pressed breeks, tie and oiled coat participating in one of our Texas quail hunts--sun blazing down with a thirty mile an hour wind, sweat pouring down his face, and struggling through a thorn covered ten acre plum thicket looking for a dog locked on point and hoping not to step on a six foot rattler. smile smile. What a picture that would be! Or stratling a barbed wire fence just as the top wire let loose.....oh, what a hoot!

And Buzz, if The Lord had'a intended us to shoot O/U guns he'd ah oriented our eyes in the same manner.......


If we feed our faith our fears will starve, if we feed our fears our faith will starve.