So the story goes my grandpa came to Memphis to go hunting with my dad when I was younger. I picked up what was going on so got up EARLY the next morning...put on my GI Joe outfit I had from Halloween and waited for them down stairs. Once they got up and saw me there, my grandpa turns to my dad and says "I'm not telling him he cant go"...so my dad loaded up another dove stool with some of my Hot Wheels and I went "dove hunting" with my dad and grandpa.
(I've grown a bit since this photo...)
(I've grown a bit since this photo...)