Let me chime in my accolades, Shane. Sometimes I think I'm a cut above the jib on those (too rare) mornings when I go afield with one of my percussion doubles. But a flintlock fowler commands respect above and beyond the pale. And the picture you've posted just emanates that quiet, confident authority. You, your beautiful dog, your beautiful flintlock in a beautiful spot on a beautiful day. The next glass I raise will be to you, sir.