Rapaire, those kinds of hunters come here too, and are welcomed gladly as neighbors of the heart. Clearly, you are no yayhoo. :~) It's unlikely you'd even be called a flatlander up here. I was raised in the midwest. Every time I drive back across Indihio in corn season I feel a deep peace, especially in the early evening sunlight when the land has just the right roll to it.

~S~