Fathers Day Was A Blast

On Saturday before Fathers Day, my wife’s sister’s husband’s sister’s husband invited us and other branch kin to a barbecue and skeet shoot.

Yep, we did it again.

If aliens attack in little red flying saucers we are prepared.

Last time we just hand threw the clays. This time we had a bench mounted thrower. The lady shooting is my old Sunday School teacher from when I was a tot. I didn't remember her from there but I used to work with her at my last job. Turns out she is my wife’s sister’s husband’s sister’s husband's sister. Got That?

The little one tried shooting. She shot the .410 single shot several times. She finally winged one clay. It doesn't kick much and she never complained.  She loved shooting the pistol as well.

This is my sons head. If you look close you can see the clay exploding. He shoots amazingly well. He didn't learn it from me. I did end up winning the group shoot off. If you remember he won the last time.

Here are some of the young ladies shooting. They shoot pretty good as well.

After a while we broke out the pistols. They had set up a pistol target and this time I remembered my Colt. It shoots as good as it ever has. This is not me and my Colt.

We could not have asked for better weather or better food. We had wild boar and deer.

And hot dogs. They cooked the corn on the grill still in the husk. It was delicious.

Here is the back of the house. Its about 200 feet from the field.

At the end of the day everyone had a good time and no one left hungry.

It was a great Fathers Day. Hope yours was.

Overheard in the Break Room

Every morning at work starts in the break room. Folks getting their coffee and breakfast before retiring to their offices.

We chat and have a good time. That morning I mentioned seeing a coyote on the way in.

They are new to our area and have been causing issues that we typically didn't have prior. One of the other folks mentioned having three fighting in his front yard the other day. Another guy spoke saying he saw an uh, uh ,what do you call it? a "land beaver" in his yard. What?? We quizzed him a bit till we finally figured it out that he had seen a groundhog.

Silly Guy, This is a groundhog.

This is a land beaver.

Get Off My Property!!

I am proud of my garden. I take a stroll out there every evening when I get home to water and check on it. So far it has really flourished and is putting on well.

Us country folk are typically a friendly breed. We love to share our bounty. That said, we much prefer to offer something to you before you decide to help yourselves.

I thought we made that perfectly clear.

So imagine how surprised I was to find that some one was doing just that.

I needed another sign.

He is a cutie tho ain't he?

Kinda Alien like.

But he was eating my tomatoes.

So he was put in jail.

If things go well he is spose to turn into a Carolina Sphinx Moth.

You would think he would be cuter.

How disappointing.

But he will never eat on my Tomatoes again.

Overheard in the Restaurant

My wife and oldest took me to the Bonefish grill for Fathers Day last night. You know, beat the crowd thing.

As we were waiting on our food, the booth beside us was talking about their upcoming trip to Seattle and maybe taking a day trip to Vancouver. One of the girls was asking what sites were famous there. You know like the Space Needle in Seattle. The other girl asked, "don't they have the Vancouver Dam?". The boyfriend asked if she meant the Hoover Dam. She said "oh yea, We should go there!".

                                                   Vancouver Hoover Dam

Dear Lord, Thank You For Your Blessings

200 feet is all it is from the garden to the kitchen.  I walk out there every nite when I get home from work to survey my little crop. Last nite we picked our first two squash . The wife sliced them, battered them and fried them up for a fantastic meal. We have been anticipating this day for a month since we planted the garden. Is amazing how good fresh squash tasted. Paired with oven baked chicken and garlic mashed taters it was a great meal. We are looking forward to our tomatoes turning red in a week or so. The zucchini squash aint far behind. We planted 2 hills but then had 3 volunteer plants come up. We will be loaded with zucchini come summer. The cukes were planted a tad late so we will have to wait a while on them.

The larger squash in the middle was named Billy Bob Joe Jr. by the little one. ???? Don't ask! He was bigger last nite and the first picked. Lots more little ones on the way it appears.

This is our scarecrow. Looks real huh? The tomato plants are taller than she is now. We have had to add baskets to some of the shoots that got out of the main baskets. Hopefully they bear as good as they have grown.

The neighbors garden is right across the fence. They always do well. They make a lot of spaghetti sauce. He borrows my tiller each year (so does my next door neighbor and my dad and anyone else that needs it. Tools aint no good just sitting there.) so this year he brought me a 1/2 load of mushroom mulch. What a great deal that was.

That's it for the tour.

Have a great day.