The boys and I tagged along to the Pawnee with Seth and Dale one afternoon for some shooting. I didn’t get a picture, but a herd of cattle (did you know that you’re not supposed to call them cows unless they are indeed all cows?) wandered over the hill to check out the noise, so the boys and I took some selfies while we waited for them to wander away.
Fortunately, a rancher came by on a four-wheeler after a while and chased them away for us.
Jackson got to go elk hunting with Seth one afternoon and he was ecstatic. He felt very grown up dressing in blaze orange.
Ruger didn’t know what to think about Jackson going hunting and was really upset that I decided to take a picture of him pouting on the rug. He was in need of a trip to the groomer and he gets extremely self conscious when his hair is out of control.
In other news, I was in California a few weeks ago for work and my morning run was around a golf course.
I could definitely get used to that!
