It’s Sunday morning in northeastern Alabama and there sure are a lot of guys around here wearing camo. (I’m having some pretty overwhelming Proustian memories of my grandfather taking me quail hunting, even though we didn’t wear camo.)
It’s Sunday morning in northeastern Alabama and there sure are a lot of guys around here wearing camo. (I’m having some pretty overwhelming Proustian memories of my grandfather taking me quail hunting, even though we didn’t wear camo.)