My wife’s grandfather is not doing well, his heart is enlarged and he’s in the hospital. I am thinking of her and her family so much that I can hardly concentrate. I hope and pray that nothing happens soon, I have a final on Thursday, and can’t wait to just “get it over with.” However, I have a rather heavy heart at this time, I’m thinking so much of my wife, I can’t concentrate. I love you sweetie, and Mr. Johnson I love you as well….

I’m in Camilla, Georgia at Riverview Plantation with Dad and his crew. I like all of them, but I’m a bit unsure if this is really me. The hunt is going to be a buggy’d out deal where we shoot in pairs with a guide handling the dogs. Maybe, Snapp is right…”it ain’t the meat it’s the heartbeat.” Because, I’m getting no aniticipation heart beat from the idea of slaughtering pen raised birds who have to be coaxed into launching. However, I’m still mad at ‘em a little, so I don't know what it's gonna be like. I just really long for a flight of ducks, where I can screw them up with a call, or kill some in spite of me. Essentially, that seems like hunting to me…this is more like shooting. I guess I’m just saying I love my dad and the company he keeps…however, I’m unsure if this is my idea of fun…. I’m pretty sure Ramsey has it correct, that it doesn’t matter how many trips you take, you can never turn a “shoot” into a “hunt”…. Oh, well I’ll keep an open mind until tomorrow, hopefully I’ll be proven wrong and have a good sporting hunt….. Stay tuned.