May 28th, 2011
First off, I hope everybody has a good Memorial Day. Memorial Day started just after the Civil War as a day to honor those who have died during war. So please don’t forget to remember all the soldiers who died to make the freedom that we enjoy possible. Here are a few cartoons to get the point across:
Last week I spent the whole week in Canada bear hunting. I went to a place called Buck Paradise. Bear hunting is pretty fun in that you can wake up in the morning, fish or do whatever you want until about 3 or 4 o’clock, then go hunt in the evening. So it’s just a lot different than deer hunting because when I go up to Canada deer hunting, I sit from about 5 am to 10 pm in a stand. So you can say bear hunting is just a little bit more relaxing.
Thursday evening came around and I saw a nice cinnamon bear come up to the bait and I knew he was my guy. So I drew my bow, fired my arrow and, within 30 yards of where I shot my bear, he lie dead on the ground. So got the bear on the boat, went back to the lodge and caped him out (skinned him). The next day we woke up, went fishing, did some video stuff for Trophy Hunters TV. Now that was the easy part, the hard part is going to be getting home.
I had left my family Sunday morning about 4 am, flew to Edmonton, Canada and then drove 6 hours to Buck Paradise. So now it’s 6 days later and it’s Saturday morning and I wake up at 5 am, get ready and take my 6 hour drive to the airport. Get there plenty early, check in with Delta, take my bags to security, watch them go through and head to the gate. About 2 hours before I’m supposed to depart, I hear over the intercom that my flight is cancelled because Minneapolis has power trouble and they’ve shut the airport down. So now it takes me about an hour to go down to customs, pick my two bags up (one of which is a locked bow case and it comes through a special oversized baggage door). So I head back up to Delta to rebook. Of course, I’m the last in line because I had to get my bow. Takes me another hour to get through the line and rebook. I’m now going to take Air Canada to Edmonton, then take American from Edmonton to Dallas/Ft. Worth the next day. Then DFW to St. Louis. Which gets me in St. Louis around 3 pm, where my father will be waiting to pick me up on Sunday. So I head straight down to Air Canada, rebook, take my bags back through customs and I go through security. As I’m going through security, I hear them calling my name to get to the gate, I guess they laid a bunch of TSA employees off in Canada a week before time and they were running slow. So I get to the gate and they tell me that I’ve got to go back down to customs, pick up my bags, recheck for an hour later flight and come back. So I run down, grab my bags, recheck and try to make it through security this time to catch my flight. I actually get to the gate five minutes early. Get to Alberta, everything goes great, get to my hotel (which the airline paid for), and treat myself to a nice meal. Get back to my room, didn’t have anything to do so I just took a bath and shaved (I hadn’t shaved in 9 or 10 days – maybe the most hair my face has ever had). Go to bed early, wake up again at 5 am, get to my gate and eventually head to DFW. I tell you I’m very excited to get home, I’ve got a 17 month old daughter that is now talking pretty good and just about potty trained, as Audra has been working hard with her. Plus, there’s Hanna and Joey who also miss their dad and I guess it’s been long enough that maybe even my wife would say the same thing. No problems going to Dallas, I get to my new gate in DFW headed to STL, meet some folks there that are flying in to St. Louis to go to some type of a concrete convention. They end up boarding the plane first and sit in first class as I walked back to my seat. So now I’m in my seat and everybody has boarded the plane. I now have a lady who works for American come up to me and tell me that I need to get off the plane. At first I don’t understand what’s even going on. I begin to think that the people in first class sent her back to joke with me. So I don’t get up, nor do I plan on getting up. She finally tells me that TSA needs to get into my bag and that it’s locked. I get up, grab my carry on and walk to the front of the plane and I’m not happy. Get out to the desk and there is a man waiting for me to take me to the TSA. I tell him the problems I have had and also inform him that he’s got to put up with my bad mood. Over the last 24 hours, I had been praying to God to stop the testing. Get to TSA and all they do is tell me they took care of it, so I didnt’ have to get off the plane at all. Actually the TSA guy said that if I bought TSA locks I wouldn’t have had this problem. My reply to that is it kind of defeats the purpose if you buy TSA locks. I finally get to STL, my dad waited for me and I eventually got to see my family that evening. By far this is the worst trip I’ve ever had; but that’s life and I got through it.
Despite all the problem I had getting home, the hunt was great, it really was. Here is a photo of the bear that I shot:
This week, as I mentioned a few days ago, I went to see The Biggest Loser Finale. They tried to maintain a party atmosphere during the show and gave away prizes during the commercial breaks. I went out there with Cage Fitness to help support Don and Dan. So it really was a lot of fun.
I received this email this week and thought it was interesting, so I thought I should share it with you:
I also ran across this quote and thought it was appropriate on my website. I’ve never said this before, but here it goes, if you don’t like this quote, then I don’t need you here:
The show description for this week:
Here is the Bible verse for this week: