shooting the breeze on the porch in the shade...pun intended. this is the closest i get to firearms these days...little pump bb pellets from husband's childhood, brought up by grampa.
early morning, quiet, pine and cedar aromas. ahhhh.
father and son head off to the lake for their fishing trip...grampa says it's his last. we're hoping for the best, and that it's not.
well...the company was good...the fish - evasive...but the laughs were not
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