Mai Phun Life
Best Girls
This girl has survived with me almost forever. Picture is from the late 90's, between Jemez Springs NM and Los Alamos. Fun times, way off the beaten path.
First day of the two week elk hunt, 456 pounds on the hoof. ~175 yard shot from the Howa 30-06. We practiced dry-firing in the back yard every day for 3 months to get ready, and spent an hour at the range every Saturday. This one almost filled the cooler at the Rod & Gun club to capacity.
After, during kid's time at church, the pastor asked "Who stayed up until midnight for New Year's?" Younger Sibling "We stayed up until 0200 the night before." Pastor "Why?" Younger Sibling "We were butchering elk"....
By the glacier in Alaska, north of Anchorage. The air was a little cold, the water was barely warm enough to flow out. The outside of the glacier looks like dirty snow, but the inside of the glacier is the coolest blue color.
I used to call her "kid", like Billy the Kid. Now I call her "Doc", like Doc Holiday (+ the PhD). I figured if they learned how to fight, I wouldn't need to worry about their friend choices later. It's worked out OK so far.
Eagle Peak Trail, looking down on the Air Force Academy. Moderately challenging short hike, very worth it for the scenery.
Sweetest face, wrecked for a couple weeks. This was NOT a result of the older sibling practicing Tae Kwon Do. Learning softball, and looked over the glove at the wrong time to see if the ball was coming. The ball was coming FAST and flew right over the top of the glove into the eye.
Aspen Grove at the top of Eagle Peak trail, with Pepe the ornery beagle and Liberty the awesome Shepherd
Eagle Peak conquered, headed back down toward town.
Honeycomb bandits. The little kart went way faster than advertised. They survived the TW and kart without incident or injury, and the neighbors were only lightly menaced.
On Honeycomb creek, prepping for the physical training (PT), 800 feet of vertical climbing in a mile and a half to get back up to the road.
The lesson was: income doesn't equal profit. We would get up at 5 in the morning, when it was 15F outside, and bring the babies in and warm them up in the oven to make sure they survived. 12 weeks later when they were kicking and scratching every time we picked them up, we were enthusiastic about sending them to their demise....
With Liberty the awesome Shepherd, enjoying an Alabama snow.
With Liberty the awesome shepherd, on Honeycomb creek.