My parents came down Saturday with their wheeler and Dad's gun he hasn't shot. We took them to the area we have been watching deer and got out my target thrower. Dad is just as good of a shot as I am. It was really neat for me to be out there with my dad. I don't remember him going hunting or shooting when I was little, so this was a really special daddy-daughter experience for me. I hope my girls feel the same way with their dad when he takes them shooting.
Mom finally had the chance to take the wheeler out herself. I don't know who was having more fun, the girls or mom or Sophie! Sophie is 12 years old and enjoys sleeping and sleeping. If she wasn't on the wheeler she was chasing it all around! I haven't seen her run like that since...well, for years! (this picture was actually taken Sunday but it shows Soph in her favorite spot.)
When we were all frozen and had had enough fun for the day, we took the back roads home hoping to get a chance for Mom and Dad to see some deer. Oh and did we! We were thinking it was a little too early for them to be down near the road, and some of them were, but others were right there! Mom got some incredible pictures that I will have to get from her. We saw a good hundred deer or so. One group of about 8 were feeding just off the side of the road, and there we saw the first buck. Just a little 2 point, but it was nice to see some antlers. The last really close group was in the town of Mayfield, a momma and triplets standing in someone's front yard! It was cool to see those furry little ones so close.
Sunday, Eric and Leslie brought their truck and we fired up ours (which hasn't moved since the Elk hunt in early October) and Mom and Dad were on their wheeler. Thought we'd show the parents one of our other favorite past times. Yup, they got to see what happens sometimes when wheeling! We were leading the way up a little draw to get up on the ridge when we slipped sideways. Thought we just hit that big rock over there with the back tire. Nope, the big rock went under the truck and actually candy-cane striped the drive-line. OOPS! Eric tried to pull us sideways with little success, so he got in front and pulled.
The truck ended up sitting on top of the rock on the rear differential, the rear tires were about 3 inches off the ground.
As frustrating as it is to get stuck, and sometimes you are stuck bad, I think the guys like the challenge. Not only the challenge of wheeling something tough, but getting out of sticky situations, especially when they prevail.
So they jacked the truck up and put logs and rocks and Eric's trailer ramps under the tires.
And Eric pulled...
And pulled...Ta-Dah!!!
We got up on top and had a gorgeous view! Then we went to go find deeper snow to play in since there wasn't as much mud as we all would have liked. Yes, we got stuck again. The snow was so deep and frozen hard, the trucks had a hard time getting out of the ruts to turn around. Once we were all pointed downhill, we headed down.
Enough time had passed that the snow and mud down below started to thaw. We had some fun donut wars and a fun-filled weekend, again.
Poor Cheyenne had started with a cough just as the weekend began. She was miserable with it and her stuffed-up-runny-nose, but keeping a smile.
I took both Cheyenne and Abriana to the doctor on Monday. Abriana's strep culture came back negative, she just has a cold. Cheyenne has a 'bilateral' ear-infection (ear-infection in both ears) and a possilbe UTI. As miserable as she should feel, she sure doesn't act like it. What a trooper!
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