I loves me Kippered Snacks, with a wee toddy of Black Rum and Coke, up at the camp, tellin bear stories. See this here scar on me neck? Well, I forgot me Seventh Calvary Regiment sword one troutin trip and I just happened to pick up walkin stick at a beaver dam fer steadyin meself on the slippery rocks. One end was right pointy, kinda like a spear...