Well here we are again kid, that time of year when we should be about busting clay and scouting birds. I don't know if I'll get here on your day. Catching a boat...how funny. Sailing for real this time. It's fall almost here, leaves are turning. Lots of geese and ducks. I don't want to shoot 'em now. I want to let them grow old and all that. Sentimental days when evenings are short, Need to find you something. Here are hopes of fair winds and following seas.