In Jim Cook's Archive


I’m up in Saskatchewan hunting ducks. The other morning I was sitting in the cattails on my folding metal chair. A duck flew directly over me. I went up on him, pulled the trigger and missed. He kept going and so did I, rolling over backwards into the mud. My legs were up in the air on top of the chair. I struggled to get leverage and roll onto my knees. Years ago, I would have jumped up in seconds. Now I was straining to rise. This is what happens to old guys, I thought. Despite the fact that I lift weights and still jog a couple of miles, the months and years roll on. As much as I’ve fought it, I’m growing older and I hate it.

That said, I don’t have forever to wait for silver to rise and make me rich. I have a big bet on silver. In that sense, I eat my own cooking. I’ve talked with silver analyst Ted Butler almost every morning for fourteen years. I believe he has it figured out. That means silver is going to explode in price. Fortunes will be made in silver and I’m counting on being a participant. I’ve had patience and now I’m ready for the big move. I want to enjoy this silver rise while I’m still here. As Robert Browning wrote, “Grow old along with me, the best is yet to be.”

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