Hunting

Karl didn't have any luck this year, I think he's pretty bummed about it. Oh well though, we had a good time and it was awesome weather. Karl's twin brother Alan and his son Connor, and their dad Barry came down to our neck of the woods this year. It was fun showing them around our hunting grounds. I don't think Karl believed all the stories my dad told him about hunting in the area. That's because every quarter mile or so my dad would have to tell the story of how he shot a deer (or 2 or 3 or 4) right there. Oh, and I actually saw more Moose than I did bucks so that was cool.

Karl likes to hike his ass off, so this is at the very bottom of a huge canyon.

I got smart after that and went with Steph and my Dad on the 4-wheeler and the Teryx


Here is Karl teaching Connor how to shoot the bb gun

Connor lost a tooth

My dad contemplating where the deer are hiding

The moose pictures are kind of crappy because I was trying to hurry.

There were 3 moose but I only took pictures of the big bull
Steph was such a wimp and was on the 4 wheeler behind me and my dad. She stayed way far behind as soon as she spotted the moose right off the side of the road because she didn't want to get charged or trampled to death (even though she had a gun)

Chris got a deer (I'll blog about it Steph since you haven't yet!). My dad and Steph actually saw it first thing opening morning. It was missing half of its horns so they didn't shoot it. Chris came along right behind them on the 4 wheeler and took it out . He don't discriminate.

Dad & Steph

Dad & I

Dad, me & Karl

Alan, Barry, Karl & Connor