...what a waste of perfectly good paper

So here's a few pics of those that I'm living with down here at the Double Rock Ranch. The first is Craig. We were out catching a couple hundred birds, when on of them decided it was time to fight back. The pheasant's target? Brother's face. Withing twenty minutes, he was hit twice by the winged rage of our long feathered fiend. Craig had a good amount of blood emancipated from his face so I clicked a quick pic with my handy dandy cellular phone. Craig's soul is very rarely ever captured in film so I wanted to do something special with this one. To that say he enjoys an occasional zombie film is to say that American's are a little big boned. For his birthday, I decided to kill him, bring him back hungering for human flesh and give him one frame from the movie.



Here we have Brandon Benson. The King Cock of the DRR. One night we were out of the porch, I with my sketch book and whiskey, Brandon with his rum and a desire to express his artist prowess. He drew for me the dairy farm where he was born and raised. Once I saw it, I knew that I would use it somehow. Below you will find an image that contains where he's from, what he's created (the Double Rocks on the left and the pheasant on the right is the logo I created for Double Rock Pheasants) his warm weather t-shirt stylings and, yes ladies, the Superman panties that only a very confident and slightly kinky man could wear. Enjoy...