Saturday, January 16, 2010

Still a Hunting Blog

I just chose these pics to post and realized that there's a hunting element in each:

This one is pretty self-explanatory. Autumn has been helping me with some recent reloading.

Here's the future Alaskan bush pilot. Autumn was recently given this plane and it's her current favorite toy. Dad pushes her around on it at insanely unsafe speeds complete with 360 spins. Aside from the obvious theme of Alaskan bush flying, there's a dall ram in the background.

This one's a bit harder to figure out but if you look closely behind "chain-gang" Autumn you'll see a moose antler and a toy stuffed moose.

There's a few more pics on flickr for the grandmas and those who aren't that into hunting.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Sweet Justice

Life isn't always fair. Your team loses on a half-court heave at the buzzer, you have to make car payments even when it's broke down, you buy something and it goes on sale the next day. Oh the injustice. But every once in a while justice hits it out of the park. A few days ago I was coming home from work after a typically fun day in the woods (I know-Steve gets to do fun stuff for work, no fair). It was dark, a layer of snow and ice covered the road. Conditions weren't terrible, but merited caution. I was comfortable to cruise along at 40mph in a 50mph zone. Suddenly high beams pierced my rear view mirror from much closer than they should. My traveling companion stayed right with me until I could find a safe place to pull over. This allowed a sporty mustang to gun the engine and roar past me. You know what I'm talking about, a pass can be friendly or mean. This pass definitely wasn't happy with my cautious ways. How many times in life have you seen this kind of behavior and thought 'Oh, where are the police when you need them?' I shook it off and continued on my way, debating my moral obligation to stop and help if I were to see a mustang in the ditch up ahead. A few miles later as I approached town and the 35 mph speed zone, Justice had just taken a mighty swing for the fence. I smiled at the blue and red lights reflecting in the Mustangs rear view mirror.