: Harry, if you can handle one muddy bean field,
: I think you have me beata. I hate kicking
: that gumbo off my boots.
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At 87, I doubt that I could cross one. If I made it, I'd probably have to lie down and recuperate! I quit hunting about the same time I quit judging field trials. At 75, the thought of days in the saddle scared me. I was scheduled to judge the GA SD Championship and I backed out. It was a tough decision as I was really looking forward to judging it but I realized that after the second day, I would be hurting so bad that it wouldn't be fair to owners, handlers and dogs that were drawn late. So my judging career ended, not with a bang but with a whimper!