I had to have the ticket, anyway. I tend to buy a couple dollars worth just so I can hold that ticket above the sunvisor, and say, yeah, this time tomorrow, I could be on my way to Ducks Hill Road, Northwood, Middlesex. Instead, I’m headed down to a friend’s hunting property in Danville.

I’m not complaining, trust me.

But it would be nice to spend a couple weeks at Holland and Holland’s shooting school, Lord knows.