Went on a hunting trip with LaserLyte. I had a great time with Aaron and his dad, Larry. A few things I didn’t tell you about: one was the size of Mark’s hog was pretty small, I think I even saw some milk from its mom still on its whiskers. So I learned that if Mark wants to shoot he will shoot. Another thing I learned is that lasers drastically improve your shooting ability. Aaron shot about 30 times each day and hit nothing. So I learned that they will drastically help you, but they won’t make you hit your target.

Had a great time on vacation last week down at Ft. Walton Beach with the family. Then from there I flew straight to Orlando for the MAIA SuperShow. Got to see some of my buddies that I don’t get to see very often. Got to see Clint from Nutritox, also got to play around with Dan and Mike from Century and then, after my obligations were done, I got to go out to eat with the guys from Dollamur. Friday night, Brian and I went to a nice steakhouse with Gary, Scotty, and Mike Swain. Mike told us how he won the Olympic bronze medal in Judo and, yes, Judo is an Olympic sport. So I had a great time there.

This a picture from my last night at the hog hunt. I went out around 11:30 and got back around 4:30 AM, so I’ve got my night goggles on and that is an infrared light in my left hand:

So I hope all goes well, I get my check-up on Wednesday, so I’ll report back in after that.

Finally, I found this the other day and thought it was pretty interesting:

Irish Luck
His name was Fleming, and he was a poor Scottish farmer. One day, while trying to make a living for his family, he heard a cry for help coming from a nearby bog. He dropped his tools and ran to the bog.
There, mired to his waist in black muck, was a terrified boy, screaming and struggling to free himself. Farmer Fleming saved the lad from what could have been a slow and terrifying death.
The next day, a fancy carriage pulled up to the Scotsman’s sparse surroundings. An elegantly dressed nobleman stepped out and introduced himself as the father of the boy Farmer Fleming had saved.
‘I want to repay you,’ said the nobleman. ‘You saved my son’s life.’
‘No, I can’t accept payment for what I did,’ the Scottish farmer replied waving off the offer. At that moment, the farmer’s own son came to the door of the family hovel.
‘Is that your son?’ the nobleman asked.
‘Yes,’ the farmer replied proudly.
‘I’ll make you a deal. Let me provide him with the level of education my own son will enjoy. If the lad is anything like his father, he’ll no doubt grow to be a man we both will be proud of.’ And that he did.
Farmer Fleming’s son attended the very best schools and in time, graduated from St. Mary’s Hospital Medical School in London, and went on to become known throughout the world as the noted Sir Alexander Fleming, the discoverer of Penicillin.
Years afterward, the same nobleman’s son who was saved from the bog was stricken with pneumonia.
What saved his life this time? Penicillin.
The name of the nobleman? Lord Randolph Churchill. His son’s name?
Sir Winston Churchill.
Someone once said: What goes around comes around.
Work like you don’t need the money.
Love like you’ve never been hurt.
Dance like nobody’s watching…
Sing like nobody’s listening…
Live like it’s Heaven on Earth.

AN IRISH FRIENDSHIP WISH:
May there always be work for your hands to do;
May your purse always hold a coin or two;
May the sun always shine on your windowpane;
May a rainbow be certain to follow each rain;
May the hand of a friend always be near you;
May God fill your heart with gladness to cheer you.

-matt

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