Not too much of an Outdoorsman (Part 3)

Here is a picture of me hunting one Thanksgiving Day. My Pa and I had gone hunting on his property after eating a huge breakfast cooked by my Grandma. I sure do miss her and her homemade biscuits.

I had on Tough Skin jeans, a New Orleans Saints vest, a rather stylish camo hat, and I was toting my dad's 20 gauge shotgun. My mom thought bb guns were too dangerous for a 9 year old kid, but she was perfectly fine with shotguns and rifles. Go figure. I think she had watched too many episodes of "A Christmas Story".