Real men DO cry

In the sermon I preached this past Sunday evening, "Has Your Porch Light Went Out?", I enjoyed relaying some of my old childhood memories. I thought I would pull those parts out of the video and share them here on Tug's Life for my family and friends to enjoy and reminisce with.

This first one I'm posting is of the time I went on a squirrel hunting trip on Clinch Mountain with my dad and one of his friends. I think I was probably around 13-years old at the time that this happened, which is the same age as my son Matthew right now. I think he got a big kick out of hearing this. Anyways, give it a listen or watch if you've got about 3 and a half minutes.