Arkansans are special folks. I have a nine year old great grandson who loves the woods and loves to hunt, whether he takes game or not. Its hard to leave home without him, except at night. (He's working on that drawback.) He doesn't care how far we walk, or through what terrain, he's ready to go. Of course, after that last heart attack, I don't take him alone any more. Anyway, this past Saturday we, he and I, and his Dad and Granddad, were in the bottoms. He and I hunted together. He was wearing a pair of cheap, thin, rubber boots that one of his grandmother's had bought him earlier this year. While he and I (the others were within cell range) were hunting (?), mostly arrowheads after he spotted chipped flint at an old Indian camp, I noticed that his boots had separated along the bottoms. I asked him when that happened, and he said during mine and his last hunt. I told him we had to go back to my truck because it was too cold to wear those things. He pleaded for us to stay, and I gave in, but I told him that Sunday afternoon we were going to get him some insulated boots for the bottoms. He and I drove to Wal-Mart this afternoon. We found him some boots and started to the check out line before I realized that I had left my billfold at home. We put the boots back on the shelf, and stopped and asked a checker if they would take a personal check without ID. She said that was no problem. We walked back to my truck, and I got my personal checkbook (for "hunting and fishing, and such), went back in, got the boots, and waited in a long line to check out. OF COURSE, the checker said I had to have ID for the check. I pointed to the other checker and told my checker what the girl had said. She said I still had to have ID. I told her to cancel the sale, and I would come back later. I had already signed the check, and she handed it back to me. Then, a young woman behind me stepped up before the sale was canceled, swiped her bank card through the scanner and said "I'm paying for the boy's boots". I protested, she just smiled, looked at my great grandson, and said, "Have a Merry Christmas". I asked for her name and address, and she just smiled and shook her head. I then gave her the signed but blank check, and insisted she take it. To keep from blocking the line she said, "OK, OK, I'll take it." The checker completed the boot deal, and started checking her basket of goods. I and my great grandson thanked her and wished her and her family a Merry Christmas. She said, "This will make me feel better this Christmas". I smiled and turned to leave but saw her tear my check in half. She just smiled and waved. The ironic thing was that when I got home and checked my e-mail I found a request from a friend of mine from Florida (another crazy, but younger, and MUCH better equipped Bigfoot hunter) for donations for a family of five that were good people, but had undergone a streak of bad luck and needed help. I immediately sent him a donation equal to the price of the boots. While looking for the right place to post this thread on the forum, I saw and read the, "Family in need of elect water heater" thread. I had not seen the thread before. I'm sorry I didn't. BUT, YOU FOLKS ARE AWESOME. :biggrin:. That's why I think Arkansans are EXTRA SPECIAL!