What a fine, fine day for it too. Today my huntin' and fishin' partner turns 66. As part of the preperation for this event, I have handled the logistics. First I went down to the cigar store and bought an assortment of fine stogies. (I wonder if I didn't get ripped off because some of them look like they came right out of the cat's sand-box, but the clerk assured me they are indeed cigars. What the hell - if they are cat turds, we will smoke them anyway).
3 mid-size lobsters are scrabbling around in a box out in the garage, and I got some specially cut extra thick tee bone steaks. And to keep the chefs well lubricated, I bought an especially fine bottle of scotch that was bottled back when we first started hunting together back in the mid-80's.
I'll be damned, there are times when nothing beats being an old man! Watch and learn young fellas.
Watch and learn.
Hope your week end is as shaping up as well as mine.
The Sportsman's Birthday Party
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