So I got a call on my cell while at work, and could not answer. It was Doris, the land owner where I will be hunting on uncle Kenny's old land, and the in-laws woods. She has always been a sweetie to me, and my family. 27 years ago when I first hunted their land, they greeted me at the door at 5:10 am with coffee, and breakfast. Doris & Dale. Dale passed on about 20 years ago, and Doris met the nicest man, and they married. Tom is his name, the most down to earth man you could meet, and completely understanding when we talk of Dale. Which we try to keep at a minimum around him. Anyway, way back then Doris had a porch enclosed which she called her barn room. It was chock full of barn stuff, old saw blades painted, and paintings, etc. My wife had an old hand painted barn picture that told me to give to Doris. Well, she mentioned today that it is now the centerpiece of her new kitchen on the farm house. She told me that the doctor will not release Tom to travel to Florida until after the holidays. They are staying on the farm. Doris says she is delighted to hear that I'm coming out to hunt there again, and cannot wait to meet the young hunting apprentice. Tom gets on the phone and tells me he has patterned a big ten point buck. Can't wait.