Well, it has been nice fishing with you boys all these years...

I'm proud to say that my bride is knocked-up with my first born, so in about 6 months I'm going to be on an 18 year hiatus while changing diapers, cleaning up slobber, and trying to scrub crayon and french fry grease off the leather in my truck.

I hope this joint is still around in 18 years. Baby-Splitshot will be graduating High School then and heading to college, I hope. I'll be 51. I'll also be so broke that I'll have to hock my Shimanos....so I'll be the 51 year old dude trying to learn how to cast again and flip jigs with a 4' Snoopy Pole....

I've already found a little onesie that says "I've Accomplished More than Obama"....I'm ordering it now.

All kidding aside, we're about as excited as it gets over the pending arrival of our spawn. Me and the Mrs have our 10-year anniversary next week, so it has been a long time coming. All she ever wanted in life was to be a Mom, so she is on cloud nine right now. It never was as important to me, but now that it is happening, I'm pretty fired up myself.

As long as it's healthy, got 10 fingers, 10 toes, and isn't a Louisville fan, I'm in good shape...LOL...boy or girl...

Oh, and it needs to be a Republican, know how to handle a pistol, and appreciate the music of John Prine.

Plus, proficient at math without a calculator...able to mow in a straight line...and good on the trolling motor.

That aint asking for much, is it?

Can that stuff be programmed in before the whole "birth" deal happens?