Megan's First day of Preeschool with Mrs. Hunter!
Wes didn't draw out on his elk hunt in the spring when they normally draw out. Instead he was called by the DNR in August and offered a tag. Someone had probably returned one and he was next in points. Anyway, he had 24 hours to arrange to get work off, and accept the tag. With much rearranging Wes was able to take his South Cache any bull tag and go hunting for 9 days. We drove up on his birthday to celebrate with him.
Random pic of TP. This has a story, back in high school Wes had to take a psychology class. This class was the bane of his existence for the semister, anyway one of his tortured memories was of the class that they spent discussing TP and how Sigmund Freud (or some other psych guy) could analyze your personality depending on whether you rolled your paper under or over the roll. Well, Dr. Freud, analyze this. Please
Sarah getting some lip gloss on for Mommy and Me Gymnastics!
Ahhh The furits of Wes' labors. We are a Family that names things. Yes all of our cars have names, so do most of the girls toys. This elk is no exception. When we went to visit Wes for his b-day, he was telling us about this elk who had a very distinct call, it was a really deep growl and had none of that high pitched echo, that elk normally have. They refered to it as Mr. Growly, (first it was Growly Ba****d, but you can't say that infront of the kids). 2 days after his Birthday Wes got this bull, sure enough it was Mr. Growly. 
