I've been trying to catch it in the yard at all hours of the night. It's one lucky armadillo as there's a round of #6 shot just waiting for the opportunity.
I can bring some Spam, Vienna Sausage with aspic, and maybe some crappie and blue cat fillets to pitch in for either a fish fry or an etoufee. Well, forget the maybe part. The fish is coming.
My shoulders are both totally screwed. As the old fart says, reaching out is over. But. Better shoulders than hips or knees. I walk well now and that's a big deal.
I like nature as it comes. Being in country where there are big predators never really bothered me. Even when we were fishing the outlet of a high lake in Wyoming and I came across a pile of grizzly scat. Just kept fishing and didn't even die during the attack that never came.