Fathers Day Weekend

This year the annual father's day outing was small, only Reed, Josh, Rob, and myself, but is was great. Friday was dirtbike riding, Sat we floated the Salt River and fished.

A few thoughts before the photos:

Smalltown news is weak sauce, it's pretty laughable. When they cover birds pooping on cars you know you are not in the city.

Dirtbikes are great, but without the visor your face feels like the front of car getting hit with insects.

Fishing is fun, catching fish is more fun, landing the biggest fish by far is the best. The brown I landed was probably twice as big as any other fish caught.

I forgot what it was like to be able to sleep in.

Hot dogs around the campfire is a great thing.

Flying down a dirt road on a dirt bike is exhilirating.

A weekend with just the guys; priceless
I need to explain the horse picture. While fishing at Crow Creek all the horses came and surrounded me. It was really eerie, I mean that weird eerie feeling. They just wanted some food and loving, but they got really really close. Try having ten horses surround you so there is no room and you are waiting for one of them to rise up and club you with his hooves. One horse looked like Ben Wallace as a horse, no really he did. The young colt wanted me to scratch his neck so that was cool. Definitely a weird moment.