And remember, while you're out there risking your life and limb through shot and shell, we'll be in be in here thinking what a sucker you are.

Plans are afoot! Long distances have been covered, maps have been procured, shells have been sorted, gear has been packed into the Pumpkin, the dog is ready, I am ready. First day: quail near the Colorado River out in the desert, my belly baking in the hot sun trying to shoot a bird, but I can't. Why can't I? Whatta you mean I can't?! Do you make these questions up or do they write them down for you? Second day: Early morning run from the border to San Jacinto and hopefully into some ducks. Third day, yeah, maybe a third day: down into San Diego County and some more quail along the Mexican border. What could be better?

Peace out, bitches!