"Vegetarian" is an old Indian
There was only one “vegetarian” this weekend at the annual father son squirrel hunt. On Saturday I broke in my new gun and managed to get a nasty parasite infected squirrel. Even though we had to throw it away it still felt good to get something with my new gun. Thanks go Uncus we were also able to find the partridge that my dad shot. All the fresh air, clear skies, and good food would have made the trip worth it even if we hadn't gotten anything.
In other news a mariachi band is playing in the cafeteria right now here at school. When I get married I want a mariachi band playing at my reception. Now the violinist is dancing with a girl from the crowed and all the musicians on stage are doing some sort of cool dance thing. Mom would love this. Of all the days to forget my camera.