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Showing posts with label Hunting. Show all posts

Thursday, May 16, 2013

First day on the ranch!!

A day at the ranch...

always begins with a "cock-a-doodle-doo" by the rooster Mr. Cogburn!!
We were so excited to be back in Montana...
The girls are once again together...missing a few newbies though!!
(Me, mom, Rikki and Katy Kay)

The cousins are REUNITED and feeling GOOD!!






Cowboys are all about business...always!

Even my children are awe-struck by the view.
 We were all so happy to see Grandpa Fred!!  Canaan's middle name is Fredrick after my grandpa and my dad, Rick.
 Jojo was ESPECIALLY excited to see him...she couldn't take her eyes off!
 Uncle Jim was giving free flying lessons!!
And the crazy sisters are once again reunited...a good old fashioned spankin' was due for this one!!

Boys, of course, get right to business:
First with shed hunting...
 And then a little trap shooting!!
 Ezra got to take his first shots with a 12 guage!!
 And Abraham once again blows us all away, only missing 1 out of about 25!!  Darn near knocked him on his bottom every time though!!  HA!!
 SEE!!  ;)
After about 500 rounds, Papa was in need of ear plugs and when all else fails......
Our days usually end...
 just...
 like...
this.
His wonders never cease.
Stay tuned to the first branding!!  Our second day in Montana was just as glorious!!!!

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

THEY ARE AFRAID OF REAL MEN


By Coach Dave Daubenmire
September 2, 2011
NewsWithViews.com

I have a lot to say, but this is not the time to say it. I’ll save the details for another day. Stop reading now if you think Jesus was a sissy.
This is a time to vent...to air it out...to let some steam off ..to release the pressure valve.
Sometimes I feel like my head is about to explode. This is one of those times.
Americans have become so sissified. Everyone is afraid to hurt somebody’s feelings. It is the ‘wussification’ of the culture run amuck. Real men scare people. 

I grew up with straight-talkers as my role models. John Wayne-types were the manly examples that the entertainment industry pumped into our homes. I have fond memories of sitting around the black and white Philco with my parents as the family watched real men gallop into our living room. Roy Rogers, Clint Eastwood, Paladin, Hoss Cartwright, The Lone Ranger, and their ilk left a masculine odor in my nostrils each night as I sawed logs in the bed I shared with my older brother.

The next morning we hit the yard running playing “Cowboys and Indians”, scalping redskins by morning, turning into Vic Morrow’s “Combat” and pretending to kill the Krauts by the afternoon. We lived out in the day what we watched on TV in the evening. 

Pardon me for being so politically incorrect, but killing Krauts and scalping Injuns was a wonderful life for a young man to live. Today you can’t even use the name Indian. At least I wasn’t forced to play with Ken dolls and dance with Barney. The only Barney I knew was the lovable weenie on Andy Griffith. He was an endearing character because even my young eyes could see that he was a sissy-man who wished he was a real man. Somehow, I wanted to help him grow some hair on his chest.
But look at what they have on TV today? It is a steady stream of sissy-boys with moussed and frosted hair being offered to our impressionable young boys as “American Idols.” Instead of Gunsmoke and Matt Dillon we get “Dancing With The Stars” and Chaz Bono. Is it any wonder we have gender-confusion in America?

I am just going to say it. We have allowed the young men in this nation to be emasculated by women. No offense to women...I love them. I married one. I have two daughters and a granddaughter. They are the joy of my life.

But they are women. They think like women, they act like women. They like cooking...and shopping...and “Cake Boss” on TV. The get emotional. They cry easily. They hold grudges...they wear lace...and makeup.
But, I don’t want my son acting like them. I want him to kill bugs, and shoot varmints, and tell men off. I want him to open doors for women, to protect and defend his sisters, to learn to handle a gun in order to protect his family. Our children understand that the Father is the head of the house and that his job is to guide, guard and govern those God has entrusted to him.
Is that what they are teaching in your child’s school? Is that what they are teaching in your church? Is that what the young people are learning in your church’s youth group? Does your church have a “Gun Free Zone” sign on the door? Probably put there by a woman...or a pastor...or a woman pastor.

Or are they teaching the boys to act like girls? Just look around. The men don’t even look like men anymore. Fonzie would have beat them up.
Look at your child’s elementary school. How many men do you see working with those kids? My grandpa taught me how to spit. If a boy does that on the playground today he probably gets medicated. A woman can’t teach a boy how to be a boy. Only a man can do that. Do you want your son to be taught to ”be nice”...or to “be a man?”
Remember the Daniel Boone theme song from the weekly television show?
“Daniel Boone was a man, yes a big man. With an eye like an eagle and as tall as a mountain was he.
Daniel Boone was a man. He was brave he was fearless and as tough as a mighty oak tree.
From the coonskin cap on the top of old Dan to the heel of his rawhide shoes. The rippinist, roarinist, fightinist man the frontier ever knew. Daniel Boone was a man. Yes a big man. And he fought for America to make all American’s free.”
Daniel Boone and his cohort Davy Crockett have been replaced by Simon Cowell and Charlie Sheen.

I had a meeting today that sent me over the top. I spoke like a man. I called a spade a spade. I called sin, sin. I gave them a double-barrel approach to the Truth. They deserved a tongue lashing and they got it.

Needless to say, it was not well received. I was too “harsh”, “too judgmental”, “to direct”, “too self-assured”. I was just too much for the bossy women and the wimpy men they work with.
America, both men and women, no longer want to be spoken to by a man. They are afraid of men, real men. Instead of Davy Crockett they want Dr. Drew.

Ok boys. It is time to get your butt off of the couch and engage your son. Everywhere he goes he is being told how to behave by those who have no idea what it means to be a man. Don’t come crying to me when he comes home wearing skin tight jeans, moussed hair, earrings and a collar around his neck. Get him off the computer and take him fishing. Teach him to fire a gun and skin a rabbit. Watch the movie “Braveheart” with him. Teach him to be a man.
If you don’t teach him now, some 23 year old recent college graduate who minored in Women’s Studies at the University will.

I read somewhere that one of the first things Muslim children are taught in some of their schools around the Middle East is how to kill and dissect young animals. It teaches them to get over their natural revulsion to blood.
In America we are teaching our young boys how to get in touch with their feelings, how to recycle paper, and how to speak without offending.

We live in a dangerous world. I wonder if Putin, Ahmadinejad, and the Red Chinese fear the sissy-man President that we have? Are they afraid of Hillary...and Palin...and Bachmann...and the various members of The She Party?

Monday, January 17, 2011

The Story Behind The Name

So...Good Buck Gone Drag is not the ideal name for my business.
After painting my deer skull, adding pearls and finishing it off with some lashes, it seemed my deer skull was getting some grief for lookin' too girly.
I felt a little sorry for him.
In the middle of the night, I would love to say that God struck me with a lightning bolt (He does work in mysterious ways) but I won't pin it on Him...anyway, I shot out of bed, half scaring my husband out of his wits and shouted, "I know what his name is!!" I would have liked a bit more enthusiasm when he mumbled, "What?" but that didn't let any air out of my bubble when I (again shouted) "Good Buck Gone Drag!!"
It was not meant in the derogatory meaning of the word although I know very well what it refers to :)
It really is just meant as:
OVER THE TOP
or
BLINGED OUT
My mom and I have decided that we are redefining the word GONE DRAG!
We as women are so many things, we are mothers, grandmothers, teachers and hard workers, but most importantly, we add beauty to the world!
So, my goal is to no longer go about my business attempting to add beauty to whatever comes along...Now I'm going to purpose to add beauty to my husband's world. Whatever that might be and hopefully leave little traces of that "attempted" (I say that because I know I am not God's gift to the world...I am just attempting!) beauty along the way.
It is not just about putting lashes on skulls, it is about his family coming up along side him and no longer requiring him to be a part of us and our world, we are going to enter his and add as much beauty as humanly possible!
He has worked for 13 years, sacrificing for his family so that I don't have to work and so that I am able to stay home and provide my children with the most custom schooling one can give...at home!
Now, I hope and pray that I might have a little something to offer back in order to ease his burden a bit and hopefully add a little "beauty" to his world. The best part is that I can do it with the things he worked and sacrificed so hard for still intact...home, children and family.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Weekly "Day In The Life Of The A's" video!

Phil got me a video camera for Christmas and I have not a clue as to how to go about making a video, at least one that anyone would want to watch.
My brother gave me a great idea for my blog...to recap a day a week or the week over all and post it as a video here!!
This is attempt #1...terrible, so bear with me, I promise to polish my skills!!
Disclaimer for the video...my children are shooting guns. Abraham even kills a rabbit, which I kindly left out that footage. Please no calls to CPS. I promise we take every safety precaution and firmly believe that our children will learn how to properly handle a weapon. After all, they are holding life itself in their hands while a gun is in them and we take that very seriously.
These are our future hunters :) and what better way to train them than to allow practice!
So...this will probably be very boring, but I had to start somewhere.
FYI...it's not all guns, our days here are usually very diverse, so we ended on a MUCH lighter note! :)
Click here for the video:

Tuesday, December 14, 2010

Still sewing away!

I don't blog about it much anymore...mostly because I have an on again - off again type of relationship with sewing!
But recently, my brother gave me a FABULOUS idea!!
Camo for girls!
So it's on again!!
DRESS #1

I drew out some patterns for hooded vests for the big girls...they will be made using faux fur and camo/animal print polyester lining. Super cute...I think! :)
Also, any outfit of mine isn't complete without the bell bottoms...I just haven't finished them yet! Pictures to come soon hopefully...unless I reach the off again anytime soon.
I can't read a pattern to save my life, so I never know what will happen with my homemade patterns...we haven't had any casualties thus far!I have also been figuring out these cute crochet hats...I had to pick quite a few apart, but I think I am getting it!! And my girls CANNOT be without matching bow, flower or ribbon.
It IS all about the accessories you know!!!

Wednesday, December 1, 2010

BBD for Mama!!

For those of you who don't know...BBD stands for Big Buck Down!!
Never before have the words..."Holla", "Shut Up" or "Get the heck outta here" come out of my mouth, but this day, those and many more shocked statements came out!
I have not been hunting since I was 14 and the buck that I shot was like a 2x2. I haven't shot a gun...well, besides shooting clay pigeons with a shotgun, since then either!I had the pleasure of going out with my husband, whom I think is so stinkin' HOT in camo, and my little brother (actually he is quite a bit bigger). My brother has got to be the world's best scout!!
Needless to say, it was a BLAST. 20 minutes into our hunt, we spotted a little 2x2, but my brother wisely told us to wait. He suspected there was another one with him. Sure enough, a MUCH bigger one emerged!! They went running over the hill and we had to chase for a few minutes.
Then...he stopped in an open field about 280 yards (later, the boys told me that was almost 3 football fields away) and guess what ?!?!?!?!
I shot him through the heart (so no suffering for those of you whom this makes sad) and he dropped instantly!!
I was thrilled most of all to have impressed the boys with my sharp shooting skillz!! :)
Not only did I get my tag filled, my sister and my brother got HUGE ones all before noon the same day!!!

I know that a few of you will be sad with these pictures, but please know that this isn't just sport. It feed our family...it will feed us all well for the year!!
3 of my sisters and I will also be putting together the first girl team of Big Sandy (I think it's the first anyway) for the coyote hunt coming up next weekend!!
We have a few bets going against us, so you had better be sure that we are coming in with at least ONE stinkin' coyote even if it kills me!!