....when all the world is orange and brown and red....
and the air is crisp......the the wind is chilled.....and you are....
a boy and 12 years old.....
You go duck hunting with your friend...
....and if you are a good you get a real pretty one....
And if you are really good.....you get your limit....
Then you get to eat them....
That's what you do....
2 comments:
Wow! I can't believe how much Mason has grown up. Your grandkids are getting so big!
That is impressive! He must have been real good.
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