The lovely and hospitable Shooks invited a host of folk to the house on Thursday evening. Delicious sweeties, warm salty pumpkin seeds, quality conversation ("...your pumpkin looks like a butt, dude...") and of course — carveage. And I'm not talking turkeys.
Here Dan displays great care in selecting a proper canvas as the medium upon which he will compose his squashy symphony.
The Pumpkin Whisperer.
Sam finds the muddy, bottom-of-the barrel reject — and likes it.
Ben browses for a winner.
The moment of inspiration. I know what I must do.
And I did it — for a friend.
Perhaps the best pumpkin I've ever sunk a knife into in my life.