The dog-work didn't dazzle me, but we bagged a nice blue this weekend. Rocket, as an elder, took a bite out of the bird's lower unit. But with old dogs you expect a harder mouth. The weather was cool, a wonderful development. It feels like hunting season here in Wyoming. I'm making a stew tonight, using the whole bird to make a stock. I want to be one of those few high-test males to pass through the eye of the needle. But don't think everything is coming up roses. I think my transmission is about done on my truck.