Monday, September 8, 2008

Deer

Boy, you would have thought I just threw the winning touchdown pass in the Super Bowl or something because my Dad is SO proud of me. I can properly identify and say buck and doe. He said this make me an official Bryson. We are still trying to find a way to sneak past Mom one Saturday morning this season to go hunting. Mommy again thinks Daddy is a dork.
And for those who come for one reason only, bad hair day, no pictures.

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