Earlier this summer Wrangler and I were out and up came an officer. I was thrilled and thanked him for showing up, for after all these years I had only been checked once. Never in the summer. So he asked to see my license and lo and behold I didn't have it on me. Looked everywhere. In my bag, where I usually keep it. In my wallet. All the pockets. Wrangler was stuffing a laugh so hard I thought he break his belt. Finally the officer took my driver's license and got on his palmtop to double check. He came back with a little printed license for me. "I didn't have to do this. Next time you'll need to have it with you." When we got home I found the license in the console of my pickup. That danged Wrangler has since made this one of his fishing "war" stories. JGW