Our first stop was Uncle Don and Aunt Velma's in Eastern Oklahoma. They live at Airman Acres where everyone has a hangar and an airplane. This is Don's vintage Porterfield.
You can see how happy the kids are.
Now we are at my Uncle Terry's in western Oklahoma.
My mom will be pleased to know that we are getting good use out of the metal detector. Troy lost two arrows shooting at mushrooms and hay bales.
Meanwhile, the boys are shooting frogs out of the ditch.
Troy: Good shot, Tristan. You got it.
Wyatt: You didn't get it. There is not a mark on it. It IS dead though.
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