Above is video of Birdie lot #14 working outside Thursday at Red Bluff. I had planned to go watch the dogs work that day, talk shop with a couple of friends that have bulls in the sale, and check out the geldings. I did make it out there Friday, and caught up with some old friends, watched the dogs work, checked out the latest in equipment, and drooled over some beautiful saddle blankets.
Thursday my Dad wanted to hit a couple buckets of balls on the driving range, as well as pickup a new to me driver. So that is where I landed Thursday. I'm a lefty, so to have one of Dad's cronies give me a relatively new lefty driver was great. Whoa, what a difference. Dad kept saying my old driver was older than he and not worth throwing in the lake. I agreed, but couldn't see spending mega bucks for a new one, and gently refused his offer to buy me one. I don't know how he wrangled getting it for free, but it is a bute. Now if I keep my head in the game, and get some cleats for my boots, I just might make the ol duffer proud...
Today we were going to shoot clays, it wasn't written in stone though, and one of the other shooters couldn't make it.
(Shooting clays is way more fun
than it probably should be.) I had been up since 4AM and was seriously
dragging butt, so Dad and I decided to reschedule for next week.
My time with Dad is precious, we only have mornings during the week to get out and do things together, as that is when we have a caregiver to stay with mom.
