Yesterday I called my dad to wish him a happy Father’s Day. We chatted about the weather, some of the more colorful people who live in Fairbanks and then about my little farm. I told him about my coveting the Ruger 10/22 with neon sights and about rabbit hunting.
My dad told me to hang on for a second, covered the mouthpiece a bit and then pretended to have a conversation with my mom. He came back and said, “Your mom just told me that you were switched at birth.”
He’s a funny one, my dad. I am definitely different than my sister. Here’s what she prefers.
I admit that I am a bit different. The wilderness is definitely where I belong. I can live without amenities. I like to hunt, fish and trap. My little flock of chickens and my garden have given me a great deal of pleasure. That however does not mean my DNA does not match my parents. Let me provide some photographic proof that the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
My love of animals is a match.
We enjoy the woods.
My mom and I both enjoy wine. I prefer mine by the glass from a bottle. Apparently she likes hers by the box.
Our sense of humor is the same.
We are both very stylish.
On second thought maybe I was switched at birth…..