MY DAYS OF HUNTING ARE LONG PAST. AND OLE FATHER TIME IS ADVANCING TOWARD MY DOOR. I MISS THE SMELL OF THE MORNING MIST AND THE SOUNDS OF GAME ON THOSE FROSTY MORNINGS AND THE EXCITEMENT OF HUNT.
FOR THE MOST PART MY GUNS REMAIN SILENT. BUT THEY ARE THERE, THERE WAITING IF THE NEED SHOULD ARISE. I CAN'T SWING THAT OLD BAT THAT SITS IN THE CLOSET BESIDE THE DOOR AND MY HAY MAKER HAS LOST ITS MIGHT. BUT REST ASSURED, THAT RIGHT INDEX FINGER STILL WORKS, FOR THOSE WHO WOULD SEEK TO CAUSE ME OR MINE HARM. I SLEEP IN PEACE KNOWING THAT OLE BESTY IS STANDING GUARD---EVER READY TO STRIKE DOWN EVIL SHOULD IT COME KNOCKING AT MY DOOR. I AM NOT RICH AND CANNOT AFFORD THAT PERSONAL GUARD THAT KEEPS THE UNWANTED AT BAY. BUT OLE BESTY DEMANDS NO PAY AND JUST A LITTLE TLC TO HELP ME THROUGH THESE FINAL YEARS. THANK YOU OLD FRIEND FOR OUR TIME SPENT ON THE HUNTING TRAILS AND FOR YOUR ETERNAL VIGILANCE IN THESE TWILIGHT YEARS.
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