No, silly, you need a license to kill. Oh, and drive. And lest I forget, marry. Growing tobacco? Now that's a level of govt. meddling I could do without. (So sayeth the non tobacco grower.) You did understand I spoke of tobacco non euphemistically, not of Mary Jane, right? Just makin' sure... B) Slowly DGTing the Black Rope...danged windy out...and cold.