Ok. I'm gonna tell a story. A true story. I'm no good at telling stories, but I gotta share this one. It's about my boss "Russ", and his "curse", if you will. He used to goose hunt every year. He, and a few guys would get together and go blast geese, until one fateful night, when his hunting buddy "Jack" fell off a barge into the Mississippi river and drown. So, Russ was tending bar at a place called Little East, and another of his hunting buddies "Frank" stopped by to talk to him, and reflect on the good times he, Russ, and Jack had hunting together throughout the years. Frank says, "Just let me know if you ever want to go hunting." Russ' reply was, "Why don't we just go ahead and hunt this season?" They made plans to get together for another hunt, but that very night, Frank had a heart attack, and died. A couple of years had past, and Russ, and yet another hunting buddy "Bill" were itching for some goose hunting action. The day was picked, plans were made. They were going hunting. Well, one Friday night, Bill picked up his paycheck, and headed to the bar. He had a couple of beers, and left. Moments later, he was struck by a train...and killed. The rumors started to circulate amongst Russ' friends that he was bad luck. Don't go hunting with Russ...or you will die, they joked. So, yet another of Russ' hunting buddies "Larry" gave him a call. They talked, and made light of the unfortunate circumstances that had claimed the lives of their friends. It was early in the spring, but they both already had hunting on their minds. Larry says, "Russ, I ain't superstitious. I'll go hunting with you any time. Why don't we go this fall?" It was a deal. They made their plans, but within the next few weeks, Larry was diagnosed with cancer. Before fall came around, he was dead. Russ told me that he couldn't even hardly bring himself to go visit him in the hospital because he was afraid he was gonna mention the curse. I told Russ, "I ain't superstitious, but I would rather go bird hunting with Dick Cheney than you!" I also suggested he sell his guns...just in case he had the urge to go hunting. For real though? What a terrible story. He hasn't been hunting in years because of this.