This is so out of character for our family. However, I could not pass up the opportunity to take these photos. In the wake of his mother's death, my father has shockingly gotten off his packrat ass and begun to clean out the masses of items he has collected over the years. In his early days he hunted, but as time has passed (and the likelihood of any of his grandchildren hunting being a snowball's chance in hell), he has begun divest himself of his hunting equipment.
Here is LittleMan, in probably the only photo you will ever see of him with a gun. If I'd had cammo and a NASCAR trucker hat he'd have been wearing them. And don't worry. He doesn't know that he was holding a gun and never even asked. Take a look at the canister in front of his feet (click to enlarge). There is a bullet for the rifle on it. I put it in my hand for some perspective. And folks, I've got big ol' man hands, so no it is not a tiny bullet. Bullwinkle wouldn't stand a chance.