I Was Once Possibly, Maybe, Perhaps A Cowboy King

Today I rode with my dad over to my grandpa's. I took the BB gun and rode down through the pasture and took some shots at and old freezer (or at least what used to be a freezer, we just use it for target practice these days)

You know the saying "One man's junk is another man's treasure"? I find myself thinking that all the time, a rusted, broken freezer full of bullet holes is a lot more interesting than any shiny brand new one could ever be.