The Sportsman's Corner

As I've aged, Donna has become increasingly successful in duping me into accompanying her on shopping trips. Recently she dragged me off to a distant mall I'd never heard of. Donna had entered a store; I was strolling toward a bench to sit it out. I heard a voice, "Psst, Rich. How would you like to hear a few predictions about future hunting events?"

I looked at the woman hissing at me. She was standing under a sign that read "Estella, the Fortune Teller." I was mystified that she knew who I was: I had never before set eyes on her.

"Not today," I replied.

Before I could say anything else, s...