Spring Black Bear – The Third, and Final, Act

The final act? Already? Yup – this play is over, ladies and gentlemen. It happened on a somewhat cool afternoon, again with my wife, Shanna. When we pulled into our usual parking spot along side the gravel road, we could see someone had beaten us to the punch as a pickup sat empty and two [...]

Spring Bear Act II

Scene 1 Setting: The same daunting mountain as Act I. The sky is clear, the temperatures unseasonably warm. Our hunter, Tom, has farmed out the kid to Grandma and Grandpa, and is taking his wife, Shanna, up the mountain in search of a black bear. Tom: Don’t worry, we’re only going to hike a little [...]

Dad’s and Son’s and Fish

Last weekend I see Tom went fishing and sure enough, he puts up a picture of his son and wife Shanna taken while on their outing.  Then I was checking Benji’s, my oldest son’s blog, Getting Out, and there it was again, dad and his son.  It sure brought back the memories of when those dads [...]

Fishing Success

After a Saturday spent in the garden, I went fishing with my wife and little boy. We only spent an hour, and we didn’t catch anything, but try and tell us we didn’t have fun! I’ve decided fishing success is measured by the width of the grin:

Ahh, Come on, It Was a Great Day!

Now you’ve heard the version or young fathers with families at home as to what happened on the first day of our bear hunt, so you need to hear the side from the next older generation.  Sue was the one carrying the tag,  and I was along to eat the noon sandwiches, and Zack, our eleven [...]

Memo to Self: Bears aren’t Huge Fans of Snow

This past weekend marked my first journey into the hills in search of my first black bear. This is a rather difficult tag to draw – despite the fact that my brother drew it two years in a row – and anticipation always runs high for this hunt. One small factor, however, was throwing a [...]

So Close… Yet So Far!

I found the footage of the nice 6 pt. bull we saw in 2008. Gary and I had to watch helplessly as he paraded with his cows right under our noses! … Yes, it was Archery season… and we had just spent all day tramping up one ridge and down another looking for this very species! [...]