"BOB DOLE!"

Ok. I'll be the first to admit it when I'm wrong. I overreacted to the lack of hunter phone porn after Bird shot his buck. Here's another email from Ginger with a further explanation for the lack of aural satisfaction:  

"He shot the deer about 4:40pm, came down to the house by 5p looking for Matthew or John, neither home. He took the gator up, dragged the deer about 50yards, and got it into the gator with difficulty. Had it hanging by 6:30, jumped in the shower, ready to go by 6:45pm. Katie had made 7pm reservations for dinner for all of us to celebrate my 65th birthday.

He is amazing and will give you all the specifics of the shot as soon as he can. 

Today, he will quarter it to get in the fridge as the temperature will be in the 60's. He then is heading up to His friend Herbs property for the weekend.  Your time will come. 

Have a great, safe day.

Love You hunters, 

Ginger"

I apologize. Even though I have yet to speak to Bird I got the skinny from Savage. Combined with Ginger's email I get the picture. He waited until last light and thought the buck was a shooter. As it turned out he wasn't as big as Bird thought. The ground shrinkage exposed a 2 1/2 year old in the half light of dusk, still a solid buck, just not worthy of the hit list. As I told Savage to get a decent buck on the ground this late in the season and hump it out of the woods by yourself is no small task these days. Both he and Bird have nothing to be ashamed of in the size of their bucks. Here I am obsessed with Clocker and not even seeing does. My freezer is empty. What the hell does all this has to do with Bob Dole you ask? I'll tell you.

   I like sex. Thankfully so does Shewho. Before you go "icky....TMI..." It all ties in. When you get to be our age you need to do everything carefully. It's just like climbing in the tree stand or dragging a deer out of the woods. Get in shape, check your equipment, make sure you are strapped in, and if, God forbid, something goes wrong......always have a safe word. For Shewho and I it's always been Bob Dole! With the recent passing of the elder statesmen I can't turn on the radio or CNN without tensing up and looking around for a handicap rail every time a politician or pundit utters his name. I look over at Shewho and she smiles, giving me the thumbs up. Everything is OK. False alarm. She wipes the beads of sweat from my brow and places a calming hand on my.....forearm. In all our years together we have not felt it necessary to utter his name. No step too far....yet. Butt....he's always there if we need him. Nobody's getting any younger. Thanks for the memories. R.I.P. Bob Dole.