Silence. I didn't know what to say, how to reply. I didn't ask what "sick" meant, and he didn't elaborate. We just sat there without speaking for a few moments as I thought back to a conversation we'd had back in the fall, right here in this same gun shop, sitting on these same stools. While everyone else around us was busy getting ready for deer season, he was packing up to head for Texas, and he had told me then, "You know, as old as I am and as long as I've been doing this, I don't think I've ever been more addicted."