Wednesday, April 15, 2009


He might not have owned a pellet gun (we called them bb guns, did you?), but his daddy let him shoot his shotgun on Saturday afternoons after his chores were done.

They had a hog pen at their place for a while, til they all got loose one night.

Kevin Murphy

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I love the way he stands to be "officially" photographed...with his arms at his side and his shoes touching.

Pinecone Stew