Well, jumped on an earlier flight home to try and get out tomorrow. I start getting texts when I get to the airport that my dog swallowed something and he almost choked last night, and he keeps puking. Turns out he threw up a chunk of bone, a twist tie, and who knows what else. So, instead of going home to get ready to hunt tomorrow, I get to meet my wife at the vet's to pick up my dog. He's got a catheter in his leg for IV fluids and a cone on his head so he won't pull it out. I have to take the big knucklehead back to the vet tomorrow at 8:20 AM because there wasn't going to be anyone there to monitor him over night. So much for planning... I guess I'll be spraying my clothes with tick stuff and getting my gear together and start this Sunday here in RI. If I call one in though I'm giving my friend the first crack at it because he's never gotten a bird and he's got to be out of town all next week. I will hit CT on Monday. Good luck to all those starting tomorrow!