Hurricane Deck

Day 2, Sunday As I have detailed before here ,I go hunting and hiking quite a bit by myself. I am always prepared for just about any emergency and I take great pride in that – plus a year or so back I splurged and bought a SPOT Tracker for emergencies, and I also buy search and rescue insurance. My best line of preparation when going at it alone is that I always let someone know when I am going, exactly where I am going, what I plan on doing, and when I plan on returning. So one would think that on my many treks from which I have safely returned, that my husband would think me capable of somewhat being able to care of myself, right? WRONG. On School Section Mountain, the husband and I decided to split up. He would take one side of the mountain, and I would traverse the other. Little did I know that he was trying to keep me in his sight; for what reason, I have no idea. I was merrily going along my way, looking into groups of pine trees and groves of aspens, stopping to listen,

A beautiful but chilly Saturday morning found us high on a hilltop scanning several valleys below before sunrise. Unfortunately, even from our high vantage point there were no elk to be seen once the morning was light enough to illuminate animal that was perhaps lingering over the grass. We took out the maps and quietly formulated a plan to drive further west to a patch of promising timber. Our first sign that something was amiss was a backpack left by an outcropping of rocks. We were supposed to be the only hunters on this particular section of a ranch, and it looked like we weren’t. It wasn’t hard to spot the trespassers since they had decided to stay out of the tress and instead traverse a meadow. I caught up with them and asked them their business, their names, and then asked them to leave. I had a difficult time believing, that with a backpack full of maps and a GPS unit, that they had no idea they were on private property. My husband, father in law and I decided to split u

While I am busy putting together a post about dog paws, I will entertain you with a story that I wrote in March of this year regarding my experience in the Best In Show ring. Enjoy! I was inspired by the laughing of my sister Rochelle to write down this memory of my Best in Show ring experience at the last dog show I was at. No, we didn't win, but a grin from one of you might be worth the headache I was experiencing!! Sniper and I happily got a group one - woohoo! I was VERY excited to take him into the ring and maybe snag one of those Best In Show ribbons. However, things took a turn for the worst when I got sandwiched in between a woman with a Shiba Inu who had no idea how to bait or even work with her dog, and a very large woman in a flowing skirt who had a Cavalier King Charles Spaniel (or however you spell it - small, fuzzy dog whose eyeballs look like they are going to come out of its head). Shiba Inu woman was showing a dog that could really care less where it was. Howeve