Fortunately for me, my wife had on her ‘bucket list’ a desire to go pheasant hunting in South Dakota. With the help of someone I worked with at 3M who lives in Minnesota (which is what one of M’s stand for, “don’t cha know”), we were able to do it a couple of years ago. At the end of the first full day of hunting we went out to dinner at a local restaurant where Bruce had arranged a little surprise for me.
It might be a little hard to read due to the reflection of the flash, but it says “Welcome Prince of Larchmont”. A great thing about the hunt is that our oldest son was able to join us at the last minute. Here is a classic photo of a lunch break in the field where everyone is relaxes, including the hustings dogs. At that time, I had a beard and mustache which have subsequently disappeared due to some health issues.