My Old Friend Got a Face Lift

I'm so sorry, I'll never do it again sniff....sniff

Devoted to Toyota doesn't even begin to point you in the right direction when you try to comprehend the pain of betrayal that was mine as I watched myself plummet into the back of a mild mannered driver (that is to say this gal had no gumption and I gently attempted to encourage her.) The resulting collision mashed the previously magnificent face of my old blue Tacoma to a point that almost moved me to start digging a hole in my back yard to bury my faithful friend, instead I set to work repairing the result of my betrayal. I am happy to report that with minimal therapy and makeup my old friend has returned. The only noticeable chance is what appears to be a permanently crossed set of eyes. I was hoping they would right themselves, thinking it was only due to a slight concussion. Now it seams more therapy may be in order. So sad and I have no one to blame but me.

TCU @ Utah

47-7 and the official let that one slip because he felt sorry for us. Gut wrenching, horrendous, tragic, still a fan. GO UTES!

But please show up for Notre Dame!

11-13-2010
Are you friggin' kidding me, PAINFUL!! 

All is Not Lost

Not a SPIKE, that there is a two point!!

As the pursuit of wild game drew to a close, and the sniping of critters seemed want to pass me by, I through a stroke of unplanned luck was released from work at 2:00 pm on the 21st of October to find, that on this the last day of the hunt, I had been gifted a small window of time. After considerable debate I struck out for a local canyon to seek the soothing balm of the successful hunt. Much thanks to Brad for considerable insight and precise directions to a location not 20 minutes from the house. I had scarcely crested the hill of opportunity and as I sought a place of comfort to rest my rear, I cast my eyes downward to see the twitching ears of an adolescent buck. So it is that less than 5 minutes into a hunt not 20 minutes from home I filled my first Mule Deer buck tag with a giant of epic proportions. Laugh not this fella tastes mighty fine, and may some day be the proud contributor to the legend of the jackalope.

P.S. The brotherhood of the traveling balls shall never forget!!       

Seven and OHHH

As the weather was so poor an 08 photo will do

I was delighted to take the wifey to witness the first half of the UTES victory over Colorado St. taking us (yes I said us) to 7-0 on the season. Due to inclement weather we departed at half time, while this is not in our nature (as we consider ourselves true fans) it worked well as the kiddos were needing Mom and Dad to return and get them home at a reasonable hour. Besides the tickets were FREE so we got our moneys worth. Also of note is the fact that the last Ute game we attended was Col. St. two years ago, twas fun to reminisce on such a fine season. Here's to a W over TCU and another BCS busting season. GOOOOOOOOOOOOO UTES!!   

Elk Camp 2010

Meat and potatoes for every meal YEA!

High mountains in the Rockies in early October can only mean one thing, ELK SEASON!!!! We set out with high hopes and fewer of us than last year thus we were determined that this would be the year, that is, this would be the year we saw more than one cow. We were also excited that this year four horses unwittingly cast in their lot with us thus we knew we were going to be the few the proud, public land elk hunters who had merely to pick the largest bull Sat. morn and pull the trigger. Well needless to say at least in my case dreams did not come to fruition. 17 miles on horse-back, including a brief stop at Deadhorse Lake in October!!

Spectacular.

We saw not a thing! My woes were great and only magnified as we were aroused from a pleasant Sabbath morning slumber, as we were not hunting Woot! Woot!, on Sunday to the sound of a large mammal standing on the tarp we had our tent on sniffing at the plastic bags we had left some apples in. It then snorted and ran off. Thanks to ample amounts of snow we were able to determine, once the sun came up, that it was AN ELK!!!!! Probably a bull based on track size and the fact that it was alone. ARE YOU KIDDING ME???? Ah well it was a fantastic adventure, the company was great, the food fantastic, and getting skunked is part of the learning curve right? RIGHT?? Or is someone holding out on me? If so..................
Special thanks to Andrea for allowing me the time away. I love you! And Jacob for the horses, Greg and Spence for the commitment to fellas weekend. And Slide Rock I shall never forget 30 fish in under 30 minutes. That's right! and I have witnesses so don't scoff.

Operation Face Camo

Hey after three days of horse rides in the snow you would be a bit tired too

Nine weeks of growth to conceal a toothy grin should a magnificent (or not so magnificent but legal) bull elk or mule deer buck wander through my cross hairs. It was an arduous, sometimes itchy process, yet irrefutably the results were astounding and entirely successful as every animal I saw seemed oblivious to my presence (or in other words I saw nothing).

If you can't have fun cutting it off...

Fall Conference Traditions

Two fabulous fall traditions that coincide with the feast for the soul to be found as we listen to the prophets voice are, my delectably sticky, oh so spectacular sticky buns. Really eating a plate of these on a lazy Sunday morning enjoying conference with the fam is not to be surpassed. Thank you Naomi for starting such a fab tradish. 

Are you seeing this!! I feel like Homer Simpson with a box of doughnuts AHHHHGGGG...

Also not to be missed is the fall drive over the Alpine loop to enjoy the fall colors. What a wonderful time of year, though due to marvelously temperate weather the colors were not yet in full swing this year, it was a fantastic family outing.

Us, awwwwwww.

I love us