He's got it bad. When I first met Rob, he liked football, fly fishing, and he wore nice clothes. It's been 8 years since we met. Now he likes politics, hunting, and he wears camo! After missing out this deer season, he wasn't going to let bird season come and go without a little meat to show for it. He went to Mount Sterling with his brother a few weeks ago and came back with this:
Apparently that experience only tickled his palate, because this weekend he and my brothers, Daniel and John, headed out to a hunting reserve about an hour away to have at it again. It was my brothers' first time hunting and they did great. Both got a pheasant their first shot (we are related to Wyatt Earp--it's gotta mean something, right?)