Growing Up.....

Let me tell you getting older STINKS!!!! I used to always want to be in my twenties. I thought if you were in your twenties your were the coolest person ever. Now that I am turning twenty April 13th, I know better. You are still just as dorky as you were in 8th grade and you still dress in the same lame stlye you did when you were in 8th grade, only you put a little more spunk in it, but dont fool yourself...you look the same. But some things do change. Like you have responsibillites, and they stink! You have a full time job, college, relationship, kid(Gunner), you actually have to buy the things you want(UGH!), and your money becomes really, really important, and you have to save as much as you can. I miss being able to save just what i needed and blowing it all on what i wanted, it didnt matter if i had two dollars left, mom and dad took you everywhere. Now you cant get what you want, because you have to worry about what you need instead. Why didnt someone warn me about this getting old stuff?!!!! Oh yeah and you know how when you were younger and your coach in there twenties was like the coolest person ever. Well I think it is funny because at that point in time you think you will never be as cool as them, and never get to that age, because it seems so far away. Yeah its not, and Im there now. I am a assistant coach for a 9-10 year old girls softball team, and they think I am the coolest person ever, and you hate to break there hearts and tell them how much of a dork you are. Oh well, lets not let the little kids dreams down...Im cool for now. YAY! Anyways, for all you young readers, dont wish to be older, it will come before you know it, and you will be wishing to be young again. No more naps, and toys, and eating whatever you want. I have come to the conclusion that there is nothing special about getting older, although I do like driving my truck, so maybe I will stay at the age I am now FOREVER! Mom this one goes out to you, since you are a firm beleiver in not celebrating birhtdays...they are called because I love you days. I love you Mom!

Gunner

Friday night me and mom drove to Lyons, GA. to get two black and tan hounds. It was a long drive(bout 100 miles south of Macon) but it was worth it. I have already fallen in love with my baby boy. His name is Gunner, and his brothers name is Buck(Cody's). They are so much fun to watch run through the woods and sniff around. They love to sleep, play, chew on deer legs, and eat all the time.

They turn 7 weeks on 11/18/2009 and they are bigger than my friends 5 month old beagle/walker mix. They are huge! They have the best personalities. Dad said this morning when I left at 7 he wouldnt stop barking and hawling. It is 2:15pm now and he is still having a fit, but the good thing is Dad said I will defenitley be able to hear him run a deer. I guess he must get pretty loud when he wants to.

Now I look forward to hearin ole Gunner open up on one. Can't wait till that day. He is my new kid, at least it feels like having one. They take a lot of time, but its worth it. The day I kill a deer in front of him will be one of the best days of my life. I will have felt like I won a million bucks. Gotta love them hounds!

Freak Nasty

About a month ago I was ridin in the woods and out of no where horns shot across the road. I aint never seen a deer that big in my life. It looked like a horse with a set of horns on its head that didnt quit. I got up there where it crossed and got out and looked at its tracks. Those things looked like elk tracks, not that I've ever seen any but I bet they are big.

So from that day forward I had buck fever and walked all over the place trying to figure out what this deer was feedin on and where he bedded down. Bein the pro stalker that I am, I found exactly what he was eating on. I found 4 huge white oaks that were droppin acorns left and right, and on top of that I found 3 persimmon trees. I knew I had hit the jack pot. I walked down a fire break that looked like a deer highway, and found a creek. Yep it was over for ole freak nasty.

Well the opening day I sat in the perfect spot, and just knew I would at least see him. Little did I know that I would be swinging back and forth all morning in my climber. The wind was ridiculous, and I knew a deer like that didnt get big for no reason. He was way to smart to come out in that noisy wind. So I climbed down with my hopes still high for the afternoon hunt.

So I went home and took a cat nap, grabbed some food and my all time fav drink Dr. Pepper and headed out the door. When I got down there my hopes would soon be shattered. As I was gettin pumped up listening to some Colt Ford, I noticed that some tire tracks were over the top of mine. As I got in there I seen two trucks, and my afternoon hunt was ruined. I found another spot and sat but still was pretty let down.

I went up in my road the next day just to look around to see where they were sitting, and just as I suspected they were sitting all in the wrong spot. Stupid city slickers! They werent anywhere close to where they should be and they parked there trucks like 150 yards away from there stands. IDIOTS!!! Yeah they really did me in. They had messed up what I had worked so hard for.

My hopes are still high, and I have out smarted them city slickers and got an even better place now. It's just a matter of waitin for ole freak nasty! Maybe the next time I write I will be tellin you all about me killin ole freak nasty. Until then yall keep it country!

The adventures of Dad and the Yota

So if you don't know already. I have a red 4wd Toyota pickup. It is old but I love it almost more than hunting. It is my pride and joy. I started babysitting a lot when I was 12, and all the money I made I would put in my account so that someday I could buy a car. At first I wanted an eclipse, but as times went on I started lovin the way them pickups looked. So at the age of 16 I had my own truck bought out right with my own money. I was so proud of that and still am.

Now ever since I have bought this love of mine, there has always been something to fix. It's the tires, wheels, oil leak, CV axle bushings, bearings, rear differential, idling problems, battery.....the list is never ending it seems, but I have hope for it yet. The only thing that keeps my spirits high is my dad.

My dad is always putting his spare time in it. When I start to get down in the dumps about it my dad is always there to remind me of the possibilities it holds. If it wasn't for this man I wouldn't have a running vehicle that I cherish so much. He always goes above and beyond to get my truck back on the road as soon as possible.

Although I don't know that much about trucks, I always try to help my dad even if I just sit there and ask him questions about the truck. I know I'm no help but I love watching the man I love so much work on something so complicated and whistle while he does it, like its nothing. I often wonder if he ever gets tired of me always asking him about my truck, but then I think about it, and I feel like it is a common ground that we share. I always glow when my dad gets just as excited as me when we talk about my truck.

I love how upset he will get at my truck and start asking it why it has to be so complicated. I feel like they must argue with each other while I'm gone. :) Maybe someday I will be able to teach my dad something new, since he is all the time teaching me things to help me in life. I love him and look up to him. I never want to lose him, or move to far from him(he would take it hard). :) My mom says we act a lot alike, and if that's the case I am proud. I wish all kids could look up to there parents like I do. There is nothing like having superman and superwoman as your parents. :) And as for the Toyota, I will blog more about it later. Maybe even get some pics for ya.

The Woods

There is just something about the woods that I just cant stay away from. Is it the clean fresh air or maybe its the wonderful scenery. Maybe its the big bucks and dirty trucks. Either way its where I love to be at all possible times.

My favorite thing to do in the woods is hunt, but thats not always possible or legal. So I fill in those times with ridin around lookin for deer or walkin around scoutin out a good area to hunt. Then when it gets dark I usally go shinin for deer or mudd a little here and there, or maybe just sit around a fire and eat oysters and tell lies about who killed what. Yep, its what I live for.

There aint nothing better to me then scoutin out a place for weeks, and then sittin in your climber and watchin deer walk out on you. Thats when all that work pays off and you feel like you just won a million bucks. Bow hunting is a huge challenge. Especially when you hunt on public land. You may find that perfect spot, but if your butt cant get out of bed 2 hours before sunrise....you can kiss that spot good-bye.

I love bow hunting, but nothing compares to dog huntin. That is my passion. It really is what I live for. I send my 3 best friends the countdown every morning till it opens back up. We just have a love for that you cant explain in words. There is nothing like haulin butt around the curve, slammin on brakes, jumpin out of your truck, and just waitin for that mack daddy of a deer to run out...or at least thats what you want to see. Yeah there aint nothin like the sound of walker hound hot on the heels of a deer howlin like there aint no tomorrow. It is a passion that I have that not many girls my age do. As a matter of fact I dont know any girl or woman that takes it as serious as I do.

The guys at first didnt know what to think....do we run and pretend that it isn't cool....or do we take her in like a little sister and embrace the fact that we have the only chick in OUR huntin group....well needless to say they took me in like a little sister. I love my group like a family. I have two friends that would do anything in the world for me...Mike and Chris. What great friends they are. We talk to each other everyday without fail. Yep they are awesome. Well enough for today.