Fall is busy around here. Every year. So I don't know why I'm surprised when it rolls around and we are running about like chickens... well, you know where I'm going with this.
Biggest news... Scottie got home! WAHOO! No joke, SO exciting.
Halloween. Can I just start out by saying... I dislike this holiday. Blake hates dressing up. I hate giving him sugar. All around its not fun for me.
I will say we had an enjoyable night. Visiting grandparents, then back home to watch a movie and go to bed on time. Just how mamma likes it. :)
Quinnie was a Ballerina. Blake was a Wolf. He had a grey sweatsuit on Halloween, but these were taken the week before.
The night BEFORE halloween... was pretty darn exciting.
We started the afternoon by driving up to Kolob to pick up my deer (BTW.... I shot a deer. But that's a boring story... so I'll leave it at, I shot my very first animal. It was a 2pt deer. Beau was very proud.) Okay, back to Kolob. So we are driving up the mountain, with the kids, when Beau sees a huge herd (like 200 head) of elk on their property on lower Kolob. He gets all excited and so after we pick up my deer, we run home, drop off the kids and head BACK up the mountain. In my mind... we park by the gate, walk up a hill, shoot the thing and go home. Done deal. Not.
We started by hiking a little big hill. Not horrible, but I'm winded. When we get to the top, We sat and watched the elk for a bit. There was a beauty standing against the skyline, and every time it put it's head up and we could see how big he was, I would tell Beau, "That's the one I want."
After a few minutes of deliberation, and whining on my part, Beau decided to hike DOWN the other side of the flipping hill that I had JUST finished walking up, and hike UP UP UP UP UP a freaking mountain. No joke.
TWO HOURS LATER.
We reach the top. Two hours people. Uphill. On rock. I seriously told Beau I hated him 50 bajillion times. Then I would have to stop and say "But if I fall down this mountain and die... just know I don't really mean it."
When we finally got to the top, we snuck around for a bit and all of a sudden, Beau whisper/yells, "RIGHT THERE!"
I aim.
I shoot.
I hit it.
Whew.
It took a few more shots, and a lot more swear words to kill the dang thing, but I did it. Seriously though, loading a muzzle loader, while your elk is literally running for his life away from you, is stressful.
When he finally fell, I'll admit, I teared up. Beau was so proud. like, SOOO proud. He was totally in hunting mode though.... he high fived me.
No hug. No kiss.
A high five.
Haha, sweet babe.
It really was a neat experience though. Weird as it may seem. Sharing something with your husband, that he has SUCH an immense passion for is a great bonding moment. He loves hunting so much and works hard at it. Harder than anyone I know. So I loved sharing that passion with him. I'll certainly remember it for the rest of my life. It was hard work, but seeing how excited he was made it worth it.
In case you care to keep count, that's 4 animals in the Stratton household this year.
Beau got an Elk during archery season.
I got a deer opening day of deer season.
Beau got a deer 4 days later.
I got an Elk opening day of Elk season.
Not bad. Not bad at all.












































