We made it to Denver by 4 and hit one of our local cigar shops. 90 minutes later my buddy Schultz picked us up and we headed downtown for dinner. It was a great time and meal. Then it was back to The Brown Palace to Churchills, named after Winston Churchill. This is one of the only places you can smoke inside. It’s a grandfathered cigar bar that’s been here forever. We called my buddy Rob who now makes the Metallica whisky and he joined us for a few more hours of hanging. James and I are rooming as they screwed up our reservations and Marty took the single room as he snores too loud for either of us. We thought we heard him 5 floors below us!
This morning we’re off pheasant hunting. Should be out there by 9 and headed home by noon. Hope it doesn’t snow on us. Lori and Ty are fine, more tomorrow, GB.