Laugh if you wish... we did!

Koy was reading a story one day in crazy jibberish and it was pretty funny so I thought I would catch it on video... The ending is the best.

Hunting in AZ 2009

We just returned from 10 days of Arizona fun. Danny talked me into putting in for a coues deer tag in the Superstitions. First off, I've never even heard of a coues deer. And the Superstitions? I've driven past them half a million times yet never imagined they were populated with deer. Initially we planned on taking horses, but with the crappy monsoon season and not wanting to turn myself into an outfitter, we decided to backpack. And yes, I've made fun of the granola-crunching booger eaters my whole life and used to say that if the good Lord intended me to walk I would have been born with 4 legs and a long tail. Anyway, I bought a pack, quit drinking soda for 2 months, and totally intended to exercise, but never have been good at voluntary exercising. Cap that off with my refusal to "go light" as backpackers would have it, I loaded my pack with clothes, my bedroll, camp chair, GPS, batteries, binos, and ammo, and it weighed in at 66 pounds. That was before I tacked on the food and 8 liters of water. (8 liters @ 2.2lbs/liter = 17.6) So that's 84 pounds before food, my gun, and Johnny's spotting scope. After walking 100 yards with that thing strapped to my back I was ready to set up camp. 4-5 miles later I was ready to turn the gun on myself. But that was the worst day by far. The rest were fairly easy.
The first day and a half I was hating hunting. I hadn't seen anything. I told myself I was trophy hunting, but it appeared that I drove 800 miles to look at the desert. Then I stumbled upon some pretty awesome sheds. I only got a picture on my phone and can't figure out how to get them to my computer, but I'm having them mounted and will show pics later. 3 points on one, 5 on the other, all in the classical basket shape of a white-tail rack. Nate and Johnny wanted to buy them from me, but it turns out that those 2 horns were all I came out with, I never even put a bullet in my gun. Still, the sheds made it all worth it. If you lay the sheds down next to each other they form a heart, and I told Sherrie that I was going to put our picture in the middle and a plaque on the bottom that said "horny love" but she wouldn't go for it. Guess I'll just have to get them mounted. The 3 experts I know (Nate, Johnny and Danny) all seem to think he'll be around 110 or 120 inches, which is pretty big I guess. Especially on a deer that weighs only 80 pounds and stands around 32 inches tall. So, that's my mighty hunting story. Here are some of the pictures with Danny and photo-genic Nate. I never would have guessed that in a million years, but it's true. I don't think I'm afraid of him anymore...
While us men were off killing beasts of the field to provide food and raiment for our wives and children, they were at home complaining that we were off trying to kill beasts to provide for them. Ungrateful little .... I'm only kidding. Mostly kidding. But nothing is stopping you women folk from organizing the female-version of a hunting getaway. We would be happy for you to have a getaway to allow you to get back to your cave-woman roots. As long as it's not during hunting-season I guess. And as long as you come home clean shaven and smelling good. How is it that men go hunting, much to the chagrin of the women, and come home ugly, smelly, dirty faced, messy, hairy, and tired, yet you are glad to see us? Women...
Actually, Sherrie was able to spend some good time with my sisters and my mother. No wonder she was glad to see me when I got home. But thanks again sisters and mother for letting us crash at your places. It's been almost 2 years since we were in AZ and it was a fun trip. Actually, it was only fun being at your places and hunting. The driving back and forth are the main reason why it's been 2 years since our last visit. But Koy did super good on the 800 mile journey, so it really was better than anticipated. Going home always opens my eyes to how fast life is. It seems like just yesterday Sherrie and I were moving in to our basement apartment and listening to a daily lecture from our 85 year old land lord about how fertile that basement is/was. (He either thought we were infertile or was too deaf to hear our many practice attempts to procreate.) And Sherrie made a quilt with Kimmy which she is super proud of. Thanks to everybody, and I guess that's all.