
his daddy is a hunter.
hunting people can understand this, when you are a real hunter....
you kill things and put them on your wall...
I feel slightly qualified to ruminate on this...

I mean, I did live in Montana for 10 years...not to mention,
my baby sister and best friend...
is married to a hunter-man...
which means lots of stuffed dead animals RIP
at my sisters house, in little ole' hanford, ca:
a black wildebeest
a blue wildebeest
a silver fox
a nyala
two impalas
a warthog
a black bear
two bucks
a wild boar
a Canadian goose
annnnddddd in the rug department we have:
a blue wildebeest rug
a blesbuck rug (had NO clue what this was until mr. google)
a zebra rug
a bear rug
and a very nice Pier-one-import jute rug (which, I think she should let me have since it clashes terribly with the warthog...just sayin').
my boys, think their uncle brooks, with his guns and his wild games
of chase/safe house, is just totally terrific...
as, I am sure Logan will completely admire his daddy...

a new story begins...
nik