
In the meantime, I thought I should confess I’m getting a bit more Arkansified these days. In just the four days between Thursday and Sunday this past weekend, I’ve done all of the following:
Camped out in a cabin with no electricity and no water. (And enjoyed it.)
Went four-wheeling.
Climbed into a deer blind for the first time in my life.
Ate deer meat.
Fired a pistol for the first time.
Fired a rifle for just the third or fourth time.
Fished for some catfish.
Did some skeet shooting.
Went to my first Razorback basketball game.
Nearly had my legs chopped off by Chris Medenwald.
(OK. I’m not sure how “Arkansas” that last item is. But I had to include it in the list.)
I think the only thing left to do is pull a couple of teeth and get a tattoo. But in case you were wondering, I did NOT call the hogs at the ball game. I’m still holding out.
3 comments:
Now that you've mentioned me by name on your blog in such a critical manner...are we now even?
Not even close.
This is Zeb. I am pumped about your sex class. I am prepared to have a permanent blush all semester.
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