SO wrer at the dog training club and theres 4 pheasant out there.

2 guitars traded for birds for Bentley ,what a dog ,quarters thrugh the field.

Finds and flushes,steady to wing and shot. Marks the dowened birdwith intensity.

Icall his name and like a shot he is off and the retrieve is a beautiful thing to see. 

Later at home in my shop an idea forms and I think how someone is going to get lucky.

Day cound't be  better.

o I get a call from a friend at my dog training club. Seems I left one of my cbgs there {I had m 81yo artist friend paint it with a setter on point and a quail on it} . I was offered a pheasant hunt in exchange for the guitar.

Now mama didn' raise no fool. I accepted. So sometimes the cbg gods smile you in different ways. I think I mite just leave another one there,by mistake of course.

what a time it is to be 69 and still in the shop.Building ceegar box getuars. as my friend says .itell him yeah its almost like being a part of something you are going to bring joy , into the world. Some where or place after my generation is gone there will still be someone still playing that old cbg.