Your wish is my command:
I will have to get back to you in a little bit. I'm headed out the door right now to go riding. There is 12 inches of snow on the ground and I have a kitchen pass to go ride. Since the days are still getting shorter, I have to strike while the iron is hot. With the days growing shorter and shorter, daylight is precious, since the odds of an Air Guard Blackhawk finding me at night are smaller than daytime.
P.S.: Poacher Bob,
Thanks for noticing that I'm still alive. It seems fewer folks notice with each passing day.