Yep, figured I might as well get in on this, since my knife collection keeps a growin'.
Heading home for two weeks tomorrow. A trip or two to the shooting range is on the docket. Guess I'll have to get all my toys out and fondle them again for a while. Hope the wife doesn't get jealous watching me.
All my toys are named George.
I reckon the hunting dog is darned near ruined by now. Maybe I'll have to get me another one when I finally get home for good. At least he'll be good for breeding stock. He's been around all that estrogen while I've been gone, probably tenderfoot it out in the field if I was to work him. Probably whine getting into the water again too. If he's wearing a bow again when I get home, I am gonna put him out of his misery.