My dad, ex crop-duster pilot, giving rides to family friends at the Gilbert Ranch in Winnie, TX in '82. Masterclass in short grass strip ops over obstacles, greases that long-legged thing onto the grass without a bounce, spin back to taxi at highway speed.
Dude can fly a plane.

A frosty morning in the duck blind with the goodest boy.

A bad morning on decoys with King George is better than the best day anywhere else.

When your ex-corner back / running back-turned-Longhorn cheerleader son gets a close sideline view of the Mukuba interception.
He's the blond in the middle.

I don't think the deportations are going to work out the way Chip thinks they will.

How it's going.

How it started.

This woke liberal is cleaning up a pond for new duck blind. Almost wader weather, too warm for the ducks though. They're all waders if you're tough enough.

Sunset looked like a wildfire this evening.