That’s right, I am done fighting for a hunting spot,
done fighting for a parking spot,
done fighting for elbow room on the trout stream.
Not going to go thru that hassle anymore. Done I tell you, done,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,
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at least for weekends.
I have officially joined the “old farts club”. My retirement is effective October 1st. I can now pursue my hobbies Monday thru Friday.
I still expect have many stressful and important decisions to make on a daily basis such as; Do I go fishing today or hunt squirrels? If I go fishing, do I take the boat or fish from shore? Do I throw top water or drag bottom bouncers?
I know it will be tough but I promise to push thru and prevail.
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