Quota :old Bouys Rant

From the land of the Bluenose.....Navy Davy and I hooked up shortly after 1000hrs and headed to a playing field to do the dew.

Conditions were ideal and it wasn't long before ND's Teknetics began to duck fart and my freedom 3 Plus responding with a grunt of it's own. We had hammered this spot many a times and it has always given up an oldies or two....on a slope that oldie came in the form of a large button. Mind you doing a slope was hard on the knee and it began to throb so I moved to the actual playing field where ND was digging up a storm.

Needed a break and had to stop several times during our outing which now was being conducted at the U.N. Field where ND gathered a harem! Was in the zone knee or not then someone stuck a knife through my right shoulder...the old pitching arm that had served me well for over 40 years on the field. Think ND just thought I was going through the change! Anyway had to stop again....rest...and then swung left handed. Was hoping someone would just came out and shoot me , put me out of my misery and sell my carcass to a dog food factory.

We both got quota and here is Navy Davy's pile...not to be confused with Golmere's Pile!

As for this old decrypted bouy a key and the large button only things of note.

Not trying to sound melodramatic but the only thing golden about the golden years is ones urine....and that is on a good day. Not aging gracefully here me son just falling apart! Oh joy!