Sunday, November 27, 2011


Our daughter Shelby got her first deer on Saturday!  It was a Whitetail Buck, with a unique 4x4 rack! 

Hunting, to our family, is not about killing.  It is about living.  We have learned so much over the years about who we are individually, as well as, who we are as a family. 

We are a close family.
We love spending time together.  We love the fresh air and the smell of sagebrush. The sound of a creek flowing over rocks.  Watching deer prance up a side hill effortlessly. 
We are a close family. We love spending time together.

Laughing together.  Sharing together.  Learning together.

My daughter learned alot during her first hunt, and so did we as her family.

We learned the power of a gift.  The power of a sacrifice.  Sometimes giving a gift is a sacrifice.  But it can be worth it.  Any bit of pain that might come with a sacrifice will lessen and will be overshadowed with the glow of giving.

Shelby and my husband generously donated their "trophies" passing up any future chances to brag and bask in the glow of victory. 
They chose to help feed hungry families at the local food bank instead.

Monday, November 14, 2011

Playing in a Place That Indians Played

We are a hunting family.  The best sandwich I have ever eaten in my life is the one while relaxing on the tailgate of our pick up truck with my husband sitting next to me.  Surrounded with side hills of trees, rocks and dancing deer in The Crazy Mountains of Montana.  This is where and whom my heart and soul belong.

The binding and bonding that happens while on our hunting adventures will not ever be discounted as time wasted, in our book.  Our family (Grandpa, nephews, our children and Tim and I) have shared so many wonderful times together and we are thankful to have created these memories.

It is a wonderful gift from God to be able to explore a place that quite possibly no one other than Indians have ever explored.  This is the gift I relished in yesterday, as we were hunting on the private property of a friend in the prairies of Montana.

Let your imagination go as you look at these pictures I took while exploring with my son as we climbed, laughed and imagined, playing in a place that Indians once played.

Tuesday, November 1, 2011


IMAGINATION!! This is the wonder of kids!~!  Every time I look at little kids playing in the school yard or my own children playing I am in constant awe and fascination at their wonderment and bold limitlessness to be or do literally whatever their hearts desire!!

Only children have this ability.  In the path from childhood to adulthood most everyone somehow has this talent disappear.  We as adults get caught up in everyday responsibilities and tasks.  Most of us loose the Peter Pan affect of Never Never Land where we never want to grow up and most of us become whittled down to just running through our day loosing our imaginations to life.  And this is somewhat normal and okay to an extent.  But I challenge your inner child to just let yourself daydream and imagine only if it is once and a while. 

This will rejuvenate and add charm to your day.  DO IT FOR YOUR CHILDREN!! 
They will appreciate it!!