This is me and my son Gresham in the nature.
To be more specific and take up a bit more space, that is me in shorts and a bandana Fundana, flashing a gang sign of some sort while holding a massive fish caught in Rocky Mountain Cherokee National Park. And a cane pole appears to be protruding from by butt.
I assure you it is not. It’s difficult to smile so convincingly with a cane pole protruding from one’s butt. People say.
I am back from vacation and will post more about the fun that was had. First, I need a shower and my favorite bed in the whole wide world: mine.