I once, (when I was much younger, notice I didn't say smarter) Painted the nose "RED" on my brother's 8-point buck that he shot on the last day of Ohio's deer gun season...
Unbeknownst to my brother, he took our nephews (then 6 and 7 yeats old) down to the barn to show him the deer he just killed.
They went crying and screaming up to the house, mom came after me with a broom, my brother was ticked because he was going to have it mounted, Christmas was ruined...
All of a sudden, I was the bad guy
, but hey, I'm not the one who shot Rudolph, the red-nosed reindeer either...
20 years later, my nephews still tell that story... I made an impression.
Unbeknownst to my brother, he took our nephews (then 6 and 7 yeats old) down to the barn to show him the deer he just killed.
They went crying and screaming up to the house, mom came after me with a broom, my brother was ticked because he was going to have it mounted, Christmas was ruined...
All of a sudden, I was the bad guy
20 years later, my nephews still tell that story... I made an impression.