...a couple of great kids, one of whom is showing promise as a hunting partner. Few things make a bad day disappear more quickly.
...a wife who is generally gracious about indulging my outdoor obsessions (during hunting season anyway). For any of you never-been-married guys out there trust me, this one alone is something of value. I've seen the other side and it ain't pretty.
...a bird dog who has filled the hole left by my last one, right down to being a constant, devoted companion. You're never alone with one of these.
...places to hunt that fit my frugal nature. When I think of the people in other countries who come up short on this end, I realize how fortunate we are in this great land, government aside. And while we're on the subject, I'm extremely grateful my business card doesn't say 'Senator' anywhere on it.
...the good health and physical capacity to get outside and walk, and the inclination to do so. If I have a nagging fear it's that I'll someday lose the desire or ability to pursue my diversions.
No one, not even those in the Forbes 400, is guaranteed an endless string of perfect days. We all have good days and better days and now and then a downright crappy day. The latter usually pass pretty quickly when a shade of perspective intervenes. Honestly, every day should be an occasion to give thanks.
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