Four Bottles of Single Malt Scotch

Yesterday, I, my friend Kevin, and my brother-in-law spent an afternoon sipping from four different bottles of single malt Scotch.  We also stepped out onto my back deck and fired potato halves out into pine and juniper expanse with Kevin’s potato gun.

Some of us—I won’t mention any names—got a bit tipsy.  We also developed some brilliant ideas in the arena of politics, wild game management, transplanting trees, the French election, and cooking.

A few of the ideas we developed were back-slappingly brilliant.

Funny thing.  This morning, I am recalling most of our ideas, but the brilliant somehow drained from them overnight.

--Mitchell Hegman