Good hunting...

Dad and C left Monday for my brother's in Ideeho.  They are in search of the great Wapiti. 

Dad has been wanting to do this for a while and I'm very glad that C was willing to take him on such a long trip.  I don't want to know what Dad bribed him with...

Per his instructions I packed Dad's cell phone, spotting scope, cold weather gear, meds, Stetson, boots, and snacks. He left all his rifles with me, as C has enough of them to get the job done.  I put an ID tag around Dad's neck that said "return to Brighid", just in case my brother got to thinking he could keep him. 

Dad was counting his funds as they got ready to pull out.  I asked what that was all about, C said Dad was checking to see if he could afford a stop at the whore house on the way...

They called late Monday night to say they had made it to base camp at my brother's house. They made it in 11 hours, by golly they must not have stopped on the way...

Good hunting...

Smalls....

Yes, it is hot and dry here

 but, the bear wasn't around so I took the new small Sig to a far ranch for a class with the guru and to get some range time.

Left town at dawn and came home five hours later dirty, hot, and tired

but happy as could be with the little Sig. Another 450 rounds or so should have me were I need to be for the next class. 

My kayaking buddies were on the river, dang it. But I had already put in for this class a long time ago, and paid my money. 

There were a bunch of gals there, all short, most small.  I'm not that tall at 5'7" but I'm noticing more and more that I feel like I'm towering over the other women.  Put boots or heels on me and I feel like an Amazon. My son is 6'4" so I do get a little taste of being small when he's around.

Really, really need to find a relief care giver so I can go North to see my boy, feel small, get hugs, and be called maw.