It was Colten's birthday yesterday/today. Yesterday because technically, it was yesterday, but today because I still haven't gone to bed yet. You read it right, he's 26. We celebrated it the only way you can celebrate beginning your 26th year of life - pheasant hunting EARLY in the morning, pheasant hunting in the afternoon (this time without me,) dinner, then watching Sandlot in a fort.
WARNING LISA! This post contains a picture of a large dead animal :)
Isn't he cute?
Did I mention he likes to hunt?
This is where I brag about his awesome hunting skills,
and the massive bull elk consuming half of his room.
Ok, I'm done.....
Happy Birthday Colten!