First, and most important, Caleb got a new gun.
Why? I don't actually know. He needed to round out his collection with a rifle. To protect the homestead. To shoot things. To look super bad ass.
Here he is friends, holding his guns. Newest is the rifle in the front.
Ladies, he's taken.
Two years in Tennessee has brought us three guns and many knives. Not quite right that we are leaving just when we started to fit in!