Hell Moose, we might be kin. Most of my great grandaddys came from Virgina an North Carolina. Came into Tennessee thru the Cumberland Pass. Homesteaded as war veterans in the late 1790s. Some went to Southern Kentuck, an' thet's whar ol' BeaverJack's seed was sowed. So you can see, I gots a lil' 'sperience with round top mountings. Still miss the fall colors an' redbuds an' dogwoods in bloom. Too many northerners back there now. Condos an' shoppin' malls whar I used to hunt an' pick wild berries. Yuppie backpackers stompin' around ever weekend. Traffic jams in mounting towns. Same thangs happinin' to Wyom. Maybeso its a good thang ol BJs gettin' long in the tooth. Maybe I'll be gone under afor thangs is too intolerable. First blue-haired hunter I see with a earring in his lip is gettin' shot jus' outta principle though.

BJ