Went out with my better half today, (just us, no kids), to a favorite spot of ours and picked two grocery bags full of golden chanterelles and a quart or two of hedgehogs as well. Took my 20ga. just in case I was forced to shoot a ruff grouse or two in self defense. Didn't see any grouse, but didn't really mind since the woods were cool and quiet, and damp from the rain (which seemed to stop just for us and didn't start again till we were back in the truck), and I was in the environment I love the best with the person I love the best. Walking out, wife suggested we sit a spell on the edge of the old logging road over looking the creek, and I fire up my pipe. Sitting there with her, enjoying the stillness of the trees and the sound of the creek, with a pipe full of Peter Stokkebye's Optimum..it was if God reached down from heaven and patted me on the head, saying "Good Boy Bill".