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LopeHunter
Eventually the mountains won. If you live long enough, the mountains always win with their thin air and steep slopes with false summits punching you in the gut. The old man sat by the fireplace reading his journals of hunts while bull elk bugled too far away to be heard. He mastered many of the techniques of the woodsman over his first six decades yet now those skills lay at his feet next to his sleeping Labrador. They were not needed today. Nor tomorrow. He closed his eyes and now could see the billy goat slipping over the ridgetop. Time to adjust the pack straps and get grinding.
Sailin' on a midnight boat there were no questions asked
The water so green and the air was so clean he just stuck right to his task
Havana daydreamin'
Boy he's just schemin'
His life away