Happy Birthday to my baby brother

A belated happy birthday to my baby brother, Ryan! Yes, he may dwarf me now at 6 feet something, something, but I still think of him as my baby bro. He was at our place a couple of weeks ago to spend the night and head out at 3:00 am for a turkey hunt. (Crazy.) He was successful and showed off his prize on my front lawn, AFTER dripping some turkey blood on the front porch. Perhaps good for a voodoo ceremony later?

As Ryan said, "Your neighbours must think you're rednecks." If not us, at least my family.