I have had dreams..... real dreams.... the kind you wake up from and say

“ Nuts” I wish that was real.”     .... you know... you’ve had them ..... anyone who hunts birds has dreamed of flushing coveys of quail , one after the other... the smell of gunpowder, waxed cotton and wet dogs.   feathers  .....  and good friends........        I got a chance to live the dream last year , at Cochina Ranch....thanks Lucius......   Higdon and Taggert, John and Henry.....  at times i felt like I’d been zapped into the film “Lonesome Dove.”    It would have been easy to stay..... and believed it could last longer....