More self indulgence

Indulge me. I've learned (more or less) how to rip scenes from the DVDs of the home movies, and so I am inflicting them on you. Deal with it, kids.

As I mentioned in the last post, my Mom was usually the one who took the pictures so she doesn't show up in many of them. This is one of the few in which she does. This is my Mom and Dad, with me at the tender age of just a few weeks:

Yeah, my Mom was a beautiful lady and my Dad was a handsome fellow. Something went dreadfully wrong, as those few of you who have met me in person or seen pictures can attest.

Be that as it may, here is some more footage of me back when I was actually cute. I will be including a pic of me at roughly this tender age (perhaps a little later) in my baby pics post, so you can at least figure out one of the baby pics.

This is a rack from a buck my Dad took in 1957 in Oregon (before I was born, if you're keeping track). This buck won a "big buck" contest that year. Some time later, the rack was broken between the horns. When I was about 6 or so, I was playing with them and thought I'd broken them, but Dad told me several years later that they had been broken by someone who was not me (phew!). Not long before he died, I remember him telling someone looking at these horns that when he took this buck, a fellow told him he'd hunt for a lot of years before finding another buck like that. Dad's last remark to this person was, "And I'm still hunting for it."

Anyway, here I am shown inside those horns. I don't know whose rifle that is. It's certainly not my Dad's because he never used a scope (peep only) until failing eyesight forced him to:

BTW, when it stops moving, it's over. I see that it says some time left but I don't know why. I'm still a technology newbie imbecile.

Posted by Ken S at November 18, 2007 04:14 PM | TrackBack (0) |