Crash did what he does whenever we get into a vehicle around 5pm and CRASHED! Poor guy missed out on the whole thing! I was sorta glad that he did so we could leave him in the pickup (with the windows down so we could hear the bear when he awoke.) That and since it was so muddy I held Little Miss the WHOLE two hours we were there. So I was more than ready to go when we finally left.
Orrin and Scooter did catch two blue gills....with their hands. They had gotten trapped in ruts when the runoff raised the pond level. Thankfully they both swam off when released.
I sometimes forget how great all the opportunites of explore ponds was where I grew up. We would take my brothers' jet ski out to a watershed pond of ours and be able to tube or knee board on the pond! I also remember walking with friends to neighbors ponds and going swimming when I was in grade school. I will never forget the first time my brothers and I went tubing behind a three-wheeler and we went out on the frozen pond with the three-wheeler. Also the fun playing ice hockey with tree branches for goals and snow boots for ice skates. Oh yes we also went fishing. I took all that for granted until I moved to Northwest Kansas where the ponds look more like mud puddles to me. Did I mention we also lived near a creek and played hours upon hours in it? I don't know what my mother thought when we dragged ourselves home after these "adventures"! Ah rural life is great!
I wonder if we came home looking like this more than a few times? Scooter has to limit himself to the mud puddles on the farm for now.
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