This was the last bird of the trip. It just so happened to be one of the few roosters shot over point. We were hunting some weedy wheat stubble and hunting into the wind. Lady caught scent and did a great job of tracking and pointing this rooster. Most enjoyable bird of the trip. My Dad is fantastic to travel and hunt with. He is easy going and in great shape for 62. He could hunt the butts of a lot of the younger guys. He always tells me the key to an enjoyable existance is exercising every day. He runs/walks four miles everyday and takes our dog Lady with him, it has definitely paid off for him and the dog. Thanks Dad!
My Brother Josh and I headed out Wednesday evening with our two horses and fishing rods, we skipped work Thursday. The area we fished is what I imagine fly fishing to have been a hundred years ago. Forget all that popular blue ribbon stream fly fishing technique, this stream is full of eager and forgiving Brook trout. In fact the sloppier you cast and slap the fly on the water the more fish that come after it. Multiple times we had more than one trout try to bite our fly at the same time. We decided rather than play leap frog as we both fished this stream, we would use one fly rod and take turns every other fish. We quit counting the number of fish we caught somewhere around fifty. We also fished the lake the stream flowed out of. The trout weren't as eager but we caught quite a few that were just gorgeous and fat. Don't ask I won't tell!
Yesterday evening J and I went to a gorgeous little lake on the Idaho boarder and we fly fished our guts out. Lucky for us their were ample rainbow trout eager to bite at our dry fly. J watched me catch the first fish then it was her turn and within a few minutes she had her first trout hooked. I'm pretty sure she is hooked too because I had to pry the fly rod out of her hands when it was time to go home.
The fish was a little slippery for this first time fly fisher and she dropped him in the dust. That's why he looks like a "brown" trout and not a rainbow trout. We promptly washed him off and he swam away happily.
I wanted to let the whole world know that tomorrow is the last final I will ever take and I can't wait for it to be over. I know a lot of you are thinking that the real world is worse than college. I've loved college don't get me wrong, I'm just ready to move on and let the creative juices flow (if there are any left?).
The best part is the Utah General Turkey season opened today and it lasts the whole month of May. Till my next Turkey post "GOBBLE GOBBLE"
Our classmates headed South and we headed North. Crazy? NO! We'd be crazy not to head north. J and I both love to ski, but unfortunately due to high ticket prices our skiing has been a bit limited this year. That was until we discovered the Sun Valley College Triple Play, ninety-nine dollars for three day passes. I love the Sun Valley Ski Resort, the mountain is steep, the runs are endless, and we never waited in line for more than sixty seconds. We had perfect weather, new snow and then forty degrees for the rest of the week.
Sun Valley the town on the other hand...talk about a swanky! We did find a couple affordable and delicious places to eat. Our favorite was the Burger Grill from four to seven PM everything was forty percent off and there soups, sandwiches, and burgers were incredibly fresh and tasty.
P.S. Thanks to my Father-in-law and Mother-in-law for teaching my wife how to ski!
I stumbled across this picture of my best friend Landon and me with my first deer. I got this buck when I was fifteen. It was a pretty good first buck. It was by far the longest shot I have ever taken probably around 500 yards across a canyon. It was one of my favorite days.
J and I skipped the first week of school and partied in Mazatlan Mexico. The weather was fantastic, the food was better, and the Ocean was a blast. J speaks Spanish and it was really nice to have a translator. Here are some pics of the adventure.
1:17 AM Who would have thought the night before I'm to marry my best friend I wouldn't be able to sleep? I tossed, turned, and even counted backwards from 100 in Chinese to see if I could get bored enough to fall asleep. Nothing has worked so far. So now I'm blogging listening to Miley Cyrus sing "Party In the USA" yikes. What else would I do at 1:24 AM?
"A love story on a hunting blog?" Can I do that?
J and I met over two and half years ago. I had no idea what the heavens had in mind the day we met, but by the third date I knew I wanted to marry her. J on the other hand didn't quite feel the same way. She was in love with another guy. I was patient and persistent. I got discouraged a few times and thought about moving on, but something deep inside me wouldn't let me. Eventually she started to like me and about the time she told me she loved me, she packed up and went on a mission for her church.
Over the next eighteen months J and I would write letters, but she wasn't very encouraging about our relationship. I tried to date other girls. Yet every time I thought I found a girl I could really like, that feeling deep inside me would come back and I knew the Heavens had bigger plans for me and they included J.
J came back and had little intentions of falling in love with me. Nine days later she told me she loved me and a month later we knew we wanted to get married.
On a side note. Everyone should know that J and I have more fun than any other two people on earth. From our first date when people saw us they could just see the fun oozing out of us.
We decided to get married. Our engagement didn't come without some major trials. I asked her parents if I could marry her and they said... well I don't know what they said. They didn't really say NO, but they sure didn't say YES. Apparently I'm pretty dense because I thought that meant we could do whatever the hell we wanted. Boy was I wrong.
Anyway six months later everyone is happy and it is finally happening tomorrow!
I hope she knows how much I love her! Here is to eternity!
When the conditions are perfectly snowy and the snow plow hasn't quite made it to the hill there is a 1.1 mile stretch of road/sled hill that will make all of your wildest sledding fantasies come true.
I am addicted to hunting with my GSP/ Brittany Spaniel mutt, Lady. I am a food snob, hunter, horseman, fisherman, student, beach worshiper, and a lover of good outdoor writing. If you are interested in advertising on my blog send me an email at email@example.com