vegetarian veg·e·tar·i·an: noun, old Indian meaning lousy hunter.
At least that’s what my dad always said. 😉

We spent the last ten days up in Kremmling.  Rick was hunting for elk.  Alas, he was unsuccessful.  But, we had a good time, and we didn’t get skunked completely!  Rick’s trophy for the week:  a squirrel tail.

No really, we did have a nice time.  We arrived last Friday afternoon.  The first few days it was Rick, H, Josie & me; Rick’s brother, Scott; Rick’s Uncle, Alan; and Rick’s grandpa, Lyle.  Monday night, Alan and Rick’s grandpa left, and Rick and Scott continued the pursuit of elk (and deer) on their own.  Meanwhile, I played camp cook.

Scott & Rick did bring home some blue grouse (Rick got four), and they took the afternoon off one day to go fishing with H and I.  We headed up to a lake near Alan’s cabin, and I fished for the first time in who-knows-how-long.  The lake is well stocked (it’s a private lake, so yes, we cheated), and we were getting strikes left and right!

I think overall we caught eight to ten fish, but we only kept four.  Scott reeled in the largest.  A real beauty.. probably at least 18″!  But it was on Rick’s line.  Thus began the great debate over who’s fish it was.  But I think the pictures speak for themselves:


I caught and released a “little” one (probably about 10″, small for the lake), and then, right before I left, I landed this guy using my dad’s fishing rod.  I think Rick was having trouble with the camera, or, more likely, I was having trouble with the fish, but here is what we have to show:

Here’s a better view of his size… not counting is head of course.  Over all he was probably about 15-16″ before he was cleaned:

The other two keepers were in the 12-13″ range.  My fish and one of the smaller ones fed the four of us for dinner.  The other two (including the biggie), fed Rick, Scott, Alan, and Rick’s 13 year old cousin, Preston for lunch a few days later.  With some left over.

A good time was had in the cabin as well.  I couldn’t believe that the guys didn’t pull practical jokes or anything, but they did take turns cooking, and we enjoyed all kinds of good food up there.  Scott made spaghetti with Italian elk sausage, and Alan make pheasant-noodle soup.  Yum!

H and Josie enjoyed their time running around too, and it even snowed halfway through the week.  H didn’t like getting snow on his shoes, but he did enjoy tending the fire with Uncle Scott.


You can tell we’ve emphasized staying away from the hot stove though!

Wednesday night, Alan and Preston came back up to the cabin to continue hunting.  Scott shot at a couple of animals and missed.  Preston missed a cow as well.  Alan saw some cow elk up there, but he only had a tag for a bull.

Lucky me though… I dropped the guys off on top of a mountain and then drove down to the bottom to wait for them.  I saw three cows run from the trees and jump a fence into private land.  More than Rick saw all week.  Rick, unfortunately didn’t even see an animal that he could shoot.  Only a moose, some does, and a buck.

But we enjoyed our time in the great outdoors anyway (especially the fishing).  And after the grouse are gone, I’ll see if I can find another definition for the word vegetarian.

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Indian Summer


Autumn is almost here!  It’s my favorite time of year, and I’m especially looking forward to it this year.   My dad always called this time of year Indian Summer.  When the days were still hot, but the nights were cool.  My senses are just itching for the fall.

Monday Rick and I spent some time harvesting about two thirds of our sunflowers and all the Indian corn we grew.  I was surprised at the variety of colors the corn had, and the sunflowers… well what can I say?  WOW!

I planted the sunflowers thinking it would be cool to have ten foot tall flowers, but the seeds… what a bonus!  I had no idea!  Some of the flowers got taller than the garage… they had to be over 15 feet tall.  And the heads on them!  Well you can see that one above was a foot across, and it was not alone.

We also had some sunflowers that had all black seeds… they are gorgeous!  We are going to have so many seeds from all of them…. plenty to share!  Don’t be surprised if you get a package full for Christmas… I hope you like them!

I wish I had taken a picture of the corn in the sun.  I had them lying in the shade, and you can’t really see the colors as well as I would have hoped.  The harvest was small, but since I grew them purely for decoration, it is sufficient.  I’m not disappointed!

I’ve only seen one pumpkin in the garden, but there are so many acorn squash that I can’t keep count.  I’m really looking forward to the acorn squash… I’ve grown tired of the summer squashes.  The garden has done especially well this year, but as usual, Rick and I can’t help but plan and scheme for next year’s already.   The other day, Rick shredded and froze enough zucchini for something like 32 loaves of zucchini bread!  Yikes!  He has big plans for me this winter I guess!

Hunting season is around the corner and Rick’s been binocular shopping.  We really need him to get an animal this year.  The freezer’s been empty for a while now, and it really would save us a lot of money if he brought home a deer or an elk.  I’m especially hoping for an elk, but would be happy with either.  Please be praying for him to get one!!

It’s funny, but until we finished off Rick’s last deer, I didn’t realize how much money it saved us not to have to buy meat.  And I am surprised at how much pride I took in feeding my family from meat that he killed and vegetables we grew.  If only we had a cow to get our own dairy products….  😉

I was just thinking about how the last few years, my cousins have come out to visit.  Either Kelly or Michelle or both, and a couple times my aunt & uncle came too.  I realized that I associate fall with their visiting, and am really going to miss seeing them this year!  I did get to see Chelbert in July when she was on her way home from Iraq, but the visit was far too short… just a couple of hours while she waited for her next flight.  I wish Rick and I could have afforded a visit to Tennessee to see everyone this year.  Maybe it will be in the cards next year… I want to try to plan it.

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