Getting Ready to Hunt!

It’s been a whirlwind since the beginning of the year. Selling a house, buying a house, moving, finding some work, building a wood shed, installing a wood stove, buying a tractor, getting some chickens, getting some cats, homeschooling our boys, processing 50 pounds of apples, making more soap…sheesh!

And now we’re getting ready to hunt. The first one for my oldest son Grant.

Just got to teach him how to sight in his newly acquired rifle from his great Grand Dad. Grant and I took turns shooting a .270 caliber rifle my Grand Father made for him and presented it to him on his birthday. He didn’t think it was for him at first, but was smiling ear to ear. The rifle is a special left handed variant (Grant’s a lefty) with a shorter barrel and less weight designed for youth shooters. We also have a nice area to shoot from our property with a tall backstop, lots of deer droppings all around the field too. The target we were shooting at was set out to about 100 yards and we where shooting 150 grain soft points. After some refinement, we got the rifle dialed in pretty well; at least 1 inch from the point of aim at 100 yards. The last shots were near the bulls-eye in the center and bottom left. Shoots pretty good, but recoils pretty hard. I thought poor Grant was going to get scoped, but he did great and kept his composure and his balance.

There are a lot of deer up here in the Palouse range and we see them out and about almost daily. They love the garbanzo bean fields. Hunting is more of a challenge up here, because of privately owned land in Potlatch. You can get a permit, but it’s not cheap. A two hour drive to White Bird is possible, but i would rather find a spot to scout near our home. There’s also the St. Joe National forest which is about an hour away, my only fear is it will be over crowded with hunters. We’ll see what happens and we’ll certainly have a grand old adventure where ever we end up going.








Snowy Fun Day

We spent the last 20 or so years in Texas which really doesn’t get much snow, just ice on occasion. A few mornings back we got enough snow (about 6 inches) to have fun with. At first I had the idea to blow up the inner tube so the boys could go sledding. Then another idea popped into my head:

snowyBeastYep, sometimes the crazy ideas in my head lead to some good fun, albeit more risk for injury and other things that a dad doesn’t think about when concocting brainy ideas for my kids to partake in. In this particular case, the only thing that was hazardous was the horse turds buried under the snow. My youngest son declared that he is a “Snowy Beast” after I drug him through the snow a few times. Of course my other son saw what we were doing through the house window and promptly got his snow gear on and went outside for his turn. I bet if we had neighbors I could probably charge $$$ for all of their kids to ride the “Cherry Express”. Good thing we don’t, I’d probably get sued sometime later. Anyway, we had fun for a few hours. Next month, I’ll get their courage up for some other dumb but fun activity to do in the snow. I know, I’ll have to get them some skis! Here is a small video…






We didn’t bust

Just got internet up and running, time for reflection…

You know, during a 3 day 1700 mile trek across America one has a lot to think about. Things like:

  • Can i make it to the next truck stop before i run dry?
  • How is my trailer holding up?
  • Walkie talkie chatter from the wife, “The dog just barfed!”
  • God, this hotel smells like an ash tray.
  • Kids swapping between my truck and Kelly’s car every time we stop.
  • The dog peeing on the hotel room floor as soon as we get in the room.

It all started July 2nd, when i pulled out of the driveway with a massively heavy “ball n’ chain” 16 ft trailer packed to the gills with all the stuff we couldn’t put in the larger pup trailer.

Thank god for Audible and the book “The Fall of the Governor” to keep me somewhat sane during those last 3 days.

We arrived at the homestead on the 4th of July close to 8 pm. We were going to stay the night north of Boise at a hotel, but i got out voted to keep pressing on. (another 3 hours of driving). Once we finally got there, i started singing, “I’ll be comin’ round the mountain…” over the walkie, but i think my wife was out of range or was ignoring me. I got no response.

The property was overgrown, chock full of weeds and hay that needs cut. Hot and dry here too, high was over 100 which is abnormal for Idaho. Over the last two months with no people nature got busy. Everything inside the house was ok except a small crack in the ceiling.

Another has made it a home as well…right outside the kitchen window. Sitting on 4 blue eggs. More to come later.


The hardest part about changing your life…

Is leaving the things behind that you know provide security and piece of mind.

I would have to say that the hardest thing i had to do today was to give my two week notice to a company i really enjoy working for. Why on Earth would I give up a good job, with good benefits and profit sharing? I must be out of my freaking mind, right?

Well, it’s not always about the money, although having that freedom is nice. It’s more about the freedom to do what we want to do with our lives. I finally realized that, after almost 20 years in software development. A human being wasn’t meant to sit behind a computer screen punching keys all day, or sacrificing body, mind and soul to meet a deadline and make others rich in the process.

That being said, my career has provided me and my family the means to make this change and for that I am thankful. The next month will be a hectic one while we move up to the homestead for good.

Anyone need an Android app made?