No one shot on M5 Hunting trip. All friends are astounded

Ryan, Father Rob, and I just got back from a three day tour of the Fair Oaks Dairy (Weavers employer in Indiana) and a dear hunt on Bridgewater Dairy land in Ohio. An excellent time was had by all thanks to our gracious hosts in the Weaver clan.

We started our hunt Monday morning at 5:30am. We huddled together and all agreed to our credo, “If its brown, cut it down!” and “Semper Fi” We didn’t see much action until 11:30am when Weaver spotted a doe creeping out of the brush. He lifted his shotgun slowly and aimed directly at the deer’s knees, a misguided plan to take this young yearling down slowly- piece by piece. We all heard a shot ring out across the land followed by Weavers shrieks of frustration and humiliation as the deer that he shot leaped back into the brush joining the ranks of the other handicapped 2 ½ legged deer that Ryan has tagged this year. I was in another bluff carefully scanning the horizon from a WW1 western front style trench that I had dug the night before. Father Rob was simultaneously pushing the woods and singing an angelic homily when suddenly Weavers amputated yearling emerged as a bipedal warrior from the thick and charged my position. I quickly drew a bead on it's chest (scope-less at 50 yards) and heroically finished the job that Weaver started. Victory was ours as the dear fetus collapsed to the ground.

Later that day (4pm), RT and I set up camp in a remote forest hoping to add more deer to the M5 kill. RT positioned himself on a stand deep within the forest while I bunkered down on the edge of the forest looking out for deer emerging to feed at night. A half hour past and I decided that my massive pectoralis needed to be stretched. In doing so, an exceptionally large plume of testosterone emitted from my body which wafted into the forest, it potency frightening a large doe and her yearlings deep into the thick where RT was perched. RT spotted the clan running in his direction and slowly decided on which one to cut down. He pondered his decision, and as he was sizing them up through a heavily magnified scope, he spotted the larger one with several lactating teets. While many hunters would frown on such a decision RT knew that taking this mamma out would yield more venison poundage for the M5. He smiled, hacked a quick loogie, and pulled the trigger. The doe turned and bolted, its three yearlings, following closely behind. RT followed the trail of blood and found his prize streaming and incapacitated on the forest floor.

BIG thanks to Weaver and his family for making this adventure possible. I hope to see all you guys sometime soon. Maybe once you take a break from all this marathon breeding? I guess I should be proud that the M5 is single handedly correcting the birthrate decline in the old US of A. Very NICE.

Fall fun

This fall has brought a lot of work into our lives, but a lot of fun as well. Amee traveled all the way across the country back to California for the wedding of the maid of honor at our wedding. The wedding was in Murphy's, CA almost exactly where fellow Mighty 5er Randy and his wife Lindsay were married a couple of years ago. She stayed at the same Bed and breakfast we stayed at before and loved it. Amee and Rob also took time to see the fall colors in the Adirondaks again. This year we took our mountain bikes and found an awesome trial near lake placid. We rode for about 2.5 miles when the reain overtook us and we began to head back. the views were georgous. Rob and Amee are leaving the day before thanksgiving to go to Detroit again to visit Amee's grandmother, 93 years old, for thanks giving. The day after, Rob is going to go to Ohio for a hunting trip with fellow Mighty 5ers Tim Holl, Ryan Moore and Ryan Weaver. I am told that I should stay our of Moore's way! So this is what we are up to these days.