A gentle breeze sighs through the trees and whistles softly around the tattered remains of the old camp. Somewhere off in the distance, in the dark of night, a lonely whippoorwill calls again and again for its lost mate. It's call, unanswered, echoes among the empty hills.

Well boys, I'm recovering from a gut shot. It felt like I took a load of buckshot in my belly. My gall bladder was removed last week. I'm feeling better now, but I still can't put any strain on my stomach muscles, so no heavy lifting for a while yet.
I told the doc that I wanted to catch some 50 pound catfish. He told me to stick to 6 ounce bluegills for now.
But, I expect to be up and running again by the time hunting season comes around.

Be well

Glad you're feeling better. Just take it slow.

Just do what the doc says and you'll be dragging deer in no time.