My Daddy woke my Mommy and me up one chilly Saturday morning in October, 2003, and said, "Come on! We're going pumpkin hunting!" Since I was only one year old, I had no idea what he meant. I just wondered if I would need a gun. So we all got dressed in our favorite flannel and jumped in the truck. After a short drive through the country we arrived at the "hunting" spot -- Krops Crops. I didn't see any deer, just a bunch of orange things. Daddy said, "These are pumpkins and we want to pick the biggest, best, most perfect one. So Samuel it's up to YOU!" That was my charge...and I took it seriously. Below are photos and narrative of the day's events.  
 

I'm told this is the perfect vehicle for my hunt. I'll let Daddy assist me by pulling the handle since he's been in this territory before and knows how to maneuver around the treachurous obstacles.		  

Holy cow! Look at all these things!
Let me go, Mommy! Let me go!!! I gotta get to work!
I know, I know....it's got to have the perfect stem, shape, color,
and size -- I got it. Really, I can handle it. I didn't just climb out
of the womb yesterday, so I think I can make this EASY decision.
Afterall, how hard can it be?


Oh my gosh! Look at this pumpkin guy sitting over here all by himself. He looks like a possibility.

Quick Daddy, follow me! I might just need you to carry it back to my wagon.

  
Well, that was a bust. He has a nice shape, but he's not exactly the shade of orange I'm looking for. Hey, Mommy wants to see if that tractor will take us to another patch.
Let's go!!

This one has a nice stem, but I don't like the shape.		  


I dunno about this. Are you sure this thing runs?

Who's going to drive? Where will I put my great pumpkin?

  
Hurry up Mommy, the tractor is going to leave. We think.		  
This is a nice patch. Daddy thinks this pumpkin is the perfect size for me. Buuuut I just don't like the stem.
 

Well, I'm sort of starting to get discouraged. It's been an hour now and I still haven't found the perfect pumpkin. There are just soooooo many to choose from I can't make up my mind. I've never done this before ya know. Maybe the challenge is too big for me. Hmmm....I really don't want to disappoint the folks. They have their heart set on a perfect pumpkin.

Oh cool, I just found this little bitty pumpkin guy by the fence. He looks like the right color of orange and has a nice stem, maybe this is the pumpkin meant for me. He looks about my age too -- compared to those other orange guys. I'll go ask my Mommy and Daddy.

  
Well, I'm back. The folks said it was a nice color and shape, but they were hoping for a "bigger" one to put by the door. Soooo....after I stop and smell the flowers a bit I'm off to continue the hunt.

Oooooh my gosh!!!!!!
Hey Mommy and Daddy, come quick!!
I found it, I found it. This one is "bigger"
and it'll look great by the door! 		 
Huh? Whaddya mean it won't fit in the truck?
I thought that's why we got a Honda Pilot -
it's big. Rats! This is sooooooo tough.

Will little Samuel ever find the perfect pumpkin?

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