I’ve been afraid all week that I would get cancelled by the lightning. As late as Friday evening the forecast was for occasional thunderstorms and I already asked my wife if I could go Sunday morning instead. Set my alarm for 5am and the shark gods were with me and the forecast was just cloudy. My 16th trip to big brook and I’m already psyched for number 17. Today’s highlights were a pair of bones. Femurs I think and likely deer and modern but still way cool. Always a couple of “not sure what this is” pieces. All in all, another great day picking teeth. Still, I kick myself for all the years I could have been doing this. I envy our younger members who have a lifetime of this to look forward to.