I went in Dollar Gen in Scant City, Ala., last night. Forgot the mask at home. Told the girl working “I’m very sorry. I totally forgot my mask at home.”
She said “I don’t care.”
And she helped me find my meds.
I said “I bet you’re real purty under that mask, sweet thang.”


“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.”