Fires in Kansas - Does it Affect You?

Fires?

We didn’t know there were fires.

Those are the statements I am receiving from my local news after sharing links such as this.
https://livehumblyandhavefaith.wordpress.com/2017/03/11/out-of-the-ashes-we-rise/

It saddens me that these fires that are ripping lives apart are not making the news. I will bet that if a well know celebrity had a house fire the whole world would hear about it.

So, I decided to bring it to the attention of my local news on their face book pages. I had some good responses and informed a few who were sympathetic to this horrific news.

At least some.

This is the remark left by one reader: um, because it's in Kansas? you've posted this link on a TV station in Grand Rapids, MI -- just an fyi

It’s a good thing I have learned to restrain myself.

This was my response: Yes I know I posted in Grand Rapids but I feel like we all should know what's going on out there since we all depend on farmers. Also there may be some people here who might like to help them out.

 Anyway, this got me thinking. Most people have no idea how this is all connected to each of us. As a blogger I keep trying to show and tell farm life and how it all works.

Way too many of us pay little or no attention to how much agriculture plays in our life. Many people have a romantic idea of farm life. Milk a few cows, bale some hay, gather eggs and slop the hogs. Once those simple chores are done we all go in and have a big belly busting dinner.

Simple fact: People do not know what they do not know.

It’s up to farmers to speak, show and tell how, why, when and what happens on the farm.

I have a friend who is a beef farmer in Kansas. Thankfully they have escaped the fires but have an insight to how this will affect us all.

The beef we raise here in Kansas winds up on dinner plates in every nook and cranny of the entire US...including Grand Rapids Michigan. So yeah it will have an effect on everyone who eats beef. Cattle prices on the board of trade jumped a dollar and a half per hundred today...could potentially raise the price of beef in the stores.

For anyone reading this that is not a farmer I ask that you become curious enough to look for avenues to learn more about how your food is grown. And please, please, please get it from someone who does it for a living. I guarantee you a farmer will know much more about farming practices than any specialty group spokesperson or celebrity that happens to have a food related opinion. That’s what it is, an opinion.

If you have any inkling of a desire to help, please read this. There are many places to send donations.

https://www.facebook.com/notes/alison-viebrock-steveson/fire-relief-donations/10155091038257402

We are all in this – LIFE – together so let’s work together, care together, serve together, love together and make this a better place together.

 

What I Learned at Farm Women's Symposium

I just returned from Port Huron, MI where I attended the 26th Annual Farm Women’s Symposium and wanted to share what I learned for those who are interested. If you don’t think you are interested then you need to change your mind and read on.

What I learned from FWS (Farm Women’s Symposium) is:

1.      There are a lot of good women in agriculture!

2.      We are colorful! We learned from Michelle Neff, Clare County MSU extension what color we are and how to communicate with others who are different colors. I decided I would be all four that way I could be whatever you wanted. I am NOT a people pleaser, just accommodating.

3.      The silent auction was once again full of great items and we proved the world wrong. A bunch of women can shop and vie for the same item without violence. We save that energy for chasing cows.

4.      There are a lot of great women in agriculture!

5.      It takes a lot of business to help agriculture survive. There were many who helped sponsor our speakers, meals and snack breaks throughout the three days. Snacks and women are a winning combination.

6.      Michigan was not the only state represented. There were women from Kansas, Rhode Island, Indiana, Wisconsin, Nebraska, and Canada. You could always tell the Canadians and the Yuppers because when they said they went out, they went owut. Ya, they did.

7.      There are a lot of wonderful women in agriculture!

8.      Come heck, high water, or bad weather women know how to adjust and make things happen. Our main speaker Elaine Froese, CSP was stuck out west in the snow storms and high winds. Every attempt – train, car, mind transport was used to try to get her to MI. The leaders in charge of FWS teleported her through the computer and she gave a presentation packed with information concerning farm succession planning and relationships. To whittle it down (and since I can speak from experience) just DO it. And DO it now.

9.      Sugar starts out really ugly and dirty. After many steps sugar beets turn beautiful and sweet – kinda like women with make-up.

10.   There are a lot of amazing women in agriculture!
 

11.   Food has a lot of beautiful layers. Bologna is wrapped in this beautiful casing.

12.   I survived my first blogging panel participation. I was called a few weeks before the symposium and asked if I could take the place of another blogger that had to cancel. The panel would answer questions concerning blogging. “Sure, I can be second pick” I said. The next email requested a short power point presentation about our farm, me and why I blog. “Sure, I can do that even though I’ve never power pointed before” I replied. Crap, this is turning into something where I can’t just fade into the background. But, I survived and thank the good Lord I didn’t fall off the stage. Thank you to Messy Kennedy – Ashley Messing-Kennedy and The Farmer’s Daughter – Amanda Zaluckyj for allowing me to share the spot.

13.   Have I mentioned that there are a lot of magnificent women in agriculture?

14.   Everyone had a great time, made new friends, learned a lot and was refreshed and ready to go back to the farm. I believe most are planning on attending next year – and I promise I will not be behind a mic, so you are safe.

15.   Tim Moffett a dairy based comedian had us holding our sides. I’m pretty sure he was GMO free, organically raised or perhaps free range and gluten free. So, I think we were safe from his exposure. Although he was dairy based so some might have been intolerant to him.

16.   In case you missed it before – women in agriculture are brilliant, fantastic and superb. You really should find one and get to know her.

To get more information or connected check out Farm Women Symposium on Face Book.

 

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For the Love of Charlie

Today is a very sad day for us.

Our beloved Charlie went to heaven. That is good – for him, yet beyond sad for us.

Why do I think he went to heaven? I’ve read Bible verses that I could interpret as that but I don’t have any one verse that says “Thus saith the Lord – all animals go to heaven.”

But I will tell you about something that happened to me that makes me believe it is true.

Seven years ago almost to the day, our farm dog Bailey – who was an incredible Golden – so much like Charlie had to be put down. It was excruciating. As I grieved over this critter I had a dream. This dream was not an ordinary dream.

Two days after Bailey died my dream was in full color and had clarity more than usual.

I saw a field of tall grasses with a few wild flowers scattered throughout. Just beyond the field was a row of trees – some taller than others with a few spaces in between. The sky was bluer than blue. The wind was softly blowing the long grass.

I saw Jesus – my version. He laughing and had a yellow ball in his hand. He flung it out into the grass. At the receiving end of where the ball would land was Bailey. He was crouched down with his butt in the air, tail wagging in anticipation for the ball. Bailey ran towards it, caught it and brought it back to Jesus. He then took off running to get in position for the next throw.

I woke up after that and I felt like I had just been given a glimpse of heaven. I truly 100% believe I did. It gave me peace.

Call me crazy or whatever – but there’s more.

Fast forward seven years – close to the same day.

I went to see the movie The Shack – awesome movie. Anyway, in this movie (spoiler alert) there is a scene where the main character gets to see his little girl. He sees her through a waterfall. When the water parts it opens on the EXACT scene of my dream minus Jesus and Bailey. But exactly as I saw it in my dream. I almost gasped out loud. I kept looking back and forth from left to right and it was 100% my dream.

I haven’t told too many people about this because I’m not too sure why it all happened. I can guess. Perhaps God was getting me ready for Charlie’s leaving to remind me of what awaits him. I’m not sure.

Then I thought, maybe I read the description in the book years ago and it was planted in my mind and then I dreamt it. Not so – for two reasons. There was no description to match in the book and I read the book after Bailey died.

For me, it reinforces my theory.

The day after I saw the movie I stopped to see Charlie. I loved on him but when I left I knew he would soon be joining Bailey. That was Saturday.

My son called me this afternoon and asked if I was coming straight home – I could hear in his voice what he was going to tell me. I told him I would be home shortly and went straight to his house.

Charlie was outside with the other dogs. Tail wagging yet so thin and you could tell he was struggling.

When he came in his breathing was more labored. I wrapped my arms around him and sobbed. I just buried my head in his neck and told him I loved him. I held his head in my hands, looked him straight in the eye and promised him he would soon be feeling better and could play ball in a beautiful field with Bailey and Jesus.

After I loved on him and poured every ounce of love I could into him. I held his face again and said I would see him again someday and left.

Grieving is painful. And, I know he was “just a dog” but not so for us.

His story has touched so many people over this last year. 

Son #2, daughter-in-law and granddaughter just stopped in. The vet agreed to open Charlie up before putting him down to be sure there was nothing else that could be done. His liver was six times the size it should have been and full of cancer. The vet thinks the spleen was cancerous and once removed the cancer attacked the liver and went rampant.

The fact that he had cancer softens the decision to put him down – definitely the right choice. It also proves (and the vet confirmed) that this has absolutely nothing to do with the accident that happened a year ago.

Thank you all for all your prayers, concerns, comments and well wishes on behalf of Charlie this past year.

If you make it to heaven before I do, find Charlie and tell him we miss him but will be there before he knows it.

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Oops We Did It Again - Part 2

Part Two

These guys were so impressed with all the pockets they have. They were counting them to see who had the most.

Action shot with Son #1, Farmer and Chloe.

Not only is Greg a photographer he's "tractor driver" extraordinaire!

Meanwhile at the trailer these guys wait for the tractor to enhance the shot.

Greg is showing the oldest grand how to carry the bag of feed, where and how to step. You'd think a 16 year old would know how to do that. 

Success.

Time for lunch - catered in by Panera Bread. We all ate extra because we felt we needed the calories to keep us warm. The temperature kept falling all day.

Another round of preparation. Once again this was hidden under the hat. Our make-up/hair stylist likes to do this kind of hair. She did a great job.

Another make-up session.

Two sons chatting. Comparing something on their phones. I always like to see my sons together.

Mountain man Son #3.

Getting set up for another action shot. The idea is they all walk together towards the camera while Greg gets just the right picture.

The tractor was added to enhance - nice touch I think. Then Greg was at it again, teaching how to walk. Control issues? They did this over and over and over again. At one point after the walkers reached Greg, he declared "Perfect!" Son #1 replied "but do it again." Greg answered "Yes."  

Also,  Tracie - who was the force behind all of this had them walk part way then she would holler "Laugh . . . Laugh . . . Laugh." Also each person was assigned a certain person to look at and etc. She really knows what she is doing.

Son #4 warming up our littlest wigglie - his second son.

 

Getting ready for another group.

Farmer - the "Thinker"

All set up and a few shots taken . . . but let's do this

switch a few around . . . but we aren't done yet.

Let's add the tractor and Chloe. See her peeking out by the tractor wheel? Son #2 the dog whisperer.

Treats for a job well done.

Chloe had a few solo shots - look out Lassie.

Farmer and Son #3. "I just love it when he uses his hands when he talks" said Greg. For us at home, we just make fun of him - especially when he does it while on the phone.

Two daughters-in-law. 

Meanwhile these three wigglies were inside the barn that the girls were in front of. Farmer was in charge of them - first mistake. A few minutes after I went back out the three wigglies came busting through the door behind the girls right into the photo shot. Good job Gramps.

A few more out by the wood pile. "Head on over to the wood pile" took on a whole new meaning.

Finally, something INSIDE the barn - at least partially. The wind was kicking up while the temps continued to fall. 

Greg has magical powers - he told them to all look to the left and even Chloe did as told.

Well, Greg had a little help with that one.

A few more shots of Chloe alone.

Finally, last shot of the day. Son #2 and wife walking with Chloe.

I have not been that cold in a long time But, as a testament to the TSC clothing they were all toasty warm.  

We feel blessed to have had the chance to do this again with such great people. It was worth the kids missing school - shhhhhhh don't tell where they were.

Greg, Renee, Tracie and Jeff 

These are the four that made our good day great.

In honor of Greg - "Now look to the right!"

To humor Tracie - "Laugh!"

Oops We Did It Again - Part 1

We had the privilege of being models for Tractor Supply Company again. We were in their store ads, flyers and on-line ads the fall and winter of 2013.

You can read about that experience here: http://www.afarmwife.com/2013/08/lights-camera-action.html.

The first time we (and I need to clarify - not me, I don't do photos. The rest of my family is the we.) wore Carhartts and winter clothing in August in 80+ degree weather.

Apparently TSC or we are extremists because this time the temps were freaking freezing! And damp and drizzly at times - before the snow hit.

I thought I'd give you another look behind the scenes. We had a wonderful time and hope they decide to come back to Michigan so we can hang out with them again.

The farm that was used has been turned into a riding stable/training facility. It was so cold outside we were grateful for the comforts of the barn. In 2013 everything was done outside - hair, make-up, wardrobe changing.

 

A tack room was the make-up room.

This wiggliette was pretty in pink. And the pink was pretty big on her.

This little dude had his new coat on and was checking out the horses sharing our dressing room.

The barn had a nice big area for the wigglies to kick up their feet and fill their shoes with sand.

Son # 4 - one of the first to have his make-up done. One of the guys favorite parts!

Farmer keeping the wigglies busy while waiting for their turn in front of the camera.

Pretty in pink getting her hair done. It was a shame it was hidden under a hat.

Littlest wigglie dressed for action.

Farmer and the photographer adjusting the flag for photos that would be taken later.

First family heading out.

This is Greg Latza. He is an amazing photographer, an upstanding guy and lots of fun to be around. You can check out his website and view his great photography and more at: http://www.greglatza.com

First round of pictures for the day. A lot of action pictures.

The three oldest dudes waiting to change.

Some more arrivals checking out their dressing room companions.

Son #2 brought Chloe and they did a few laps around the farm to get her energy level down.

Back at the wood pile . . . it was just the wigglies. You can see how large the coat is on Pretty in Pink.

Back at the flag.

Watching the action at the flag. Some were waiting their turn for wardrobe and make-up.

Greg - sitting around on the job.

Time for wardrobe.

 Greg has been reduced to laying down on the job.

 

Son #2 giving Chloe direction.

Posing with the ponies.

Farmer, Son #1 and sons with the old Farmall - wonder who was older?

This was the first half of our adventure. 

Stay tuned for part two.

The Ever Evolving Conscience of A Farm Wife

An apology is being offered. My apology to fellow farmers.

Plain and simple I posted something that was less than harmonious among farmers. That was wrong.

To clarify – that was not my intent.

To begin with I have no problem admitting I was wrong and more importantly my desire is to correct the wrong. This is my attempt. I will do so without trying to make excuses.

I had just returned from a farm seminar where we had a consumer’s panel that gave opinions and answered questions about food and farming. Our purpose in the audience was to listen and learn, not to correct or defend. It was extremely informative and somewhat frustrating to see their confusion concerning food, farming and production. We all left the session with the desire to do a better job to inform those who purchase what we work so hard to deliver.

As a farmer we are seeing more and more deceitful advertising and marketing that, to say the least, is confusing. Wait a minute, that last sentence still sounds like it is against the food producer. Perhaps a better way is to say - the specialty groups who have an agenda to discontinue animal food source does a great job in confusing.  It lends fear to the decision making of buying food for our families. The voices of who are behind this are louder and have more money pushing it than those of us who are trying to provide food for our families and those who live in our communities.

On to my post. I was shopping at a “warehouse” store that is changing more and more with less options of food.

I needed eggs and this is what they had to offer. So, I guess it all came together and I saw an opportunity to try to clarify. In doing so, I damaged a whole segment of agriculture that is a viable choice. The way in which I posted did not convey the message I wanted to share – which was no fault but my own.

Later in the day I was called out by Amanda from Missouri. I have never met Amanda. She follows me on my face book page A Farm Wife. She was right in doing so and it opened my eyes. I am grateful for her honesty. And, she did so in a kind non-attacking way that was helpful for me to hear.

If I could go back in time I would post the picture with this:

Here are two choices of eggs. Both are safe and nutritious. A conventionally grown egg is just as safe and nutritious. There is no right or wrong, just options of choice.

My desire is that my apology is understood, accepted by farmers and that my correction and intent are comprehended by all. Mostly, to help all of us understand and educate to make food choices that fit us personally.

Fear and confusion should not be an ingredient in our attempt to feed our families.

 

Mourning with no Regrets

What do you have planned for your day today?

Do you even have plans?

Are you working, shopping, cleaning house, milking cows?

Today my friend is going to her daughter-in-law’s funeral. She has been grieving the last several days over the accident that took her beloved son’s wife’s life. She is hurting double. She is mourning her short time with this woman. They were married shy of three years. My friend is also broken hearted over her son’s loss. As a mom, she can’t fix this hurt.

As she drives to the church this morning for the service she will pass by some of you and wonder where you are going, what you are doing and marvel at the normalcy of your life. She’ll wonder if you could possibly know the pain she is enduring today.

As your day ticks off minute by minute, enjoy your busyness, your chaos and your unfocused view of life.

One statement she made yesterday while I was with her is “I want to just take in and remember everything about the service and what everyone has to say about her. She was such a special person.”

Listen to what your family and friends have to say to you today. Don’t expect endless days with them. Say what you want them to hear. Break free from your fears and reach out. Right the wrong. Lay down your pride and spread the forgiveness blanket before them.


My friend is at peace with her relationship with her daughter-in-law. All was spoken, all was shown and all was given. 

Regret will be one thing that isn’t at the funeral today.

Now You See It, Now You Don't


This calf just had emergency surgery.

Why?

Well, I’ll tell you.

She was transitioning from calf feed to Total Mixed Rations. Basically I guess you could say she went from baby food to eating off the table. Anyway, there were pellets in her new food and the dust from the pellets caused her to bloat. We’ve had other calves bloat in the past and while it doesn’t happen on a regular basis, it is a common issue as far as dealing with it.

The cure or fix for bloating is to insert a tube into their mouth and down into their rumen – stomach. In doing this, the gas will pass through the tube and she will be back to normal.

The reason we have to “fix” the bloating is that the bloating will get more and more severe. If not taken care of a calf could die.

So, our calf manager followed our SOP and inserted the tube. This crazy calf chewed and chewed on the tube while he was treating her and expelling the gas. When he pulled the tube out only 1/3 came. The other 2/3 was chewed off and in her stomach.

Not a good thing.

(Since I'm not savy enough to know how to add a video you can see it on my A Farm Wife face book page.)

Our herdsman who is amazing had to do surgery on the calf. We have some sort of scope but the camera wasn’t working so he couldn’t scope her to find out where the tube was. So, he started by prepping her – shaved her, disinfected her, and numbed her.

He made the first incision – just a small one. He looked inside and WaLa! It was right there.



He sewed the edge of the cut stomach to the calf’s skin to keep the stomach situated where he could work on her.

As you can see in the video the part of the tube that was inside the calf was probably about 3 feet long.



Once the tube was out he sewed her up and sprayed her incision.

She is doing great now.


Just another day on the farm.


The Things You Learn When Your Feet are in the Water



I had a pedicure today from a Vietnamese woman who escaped Vietnam. I’ll call her June.

When she was nine years old her mother along with thirteen other people from their family fled. They lived on an island off Vietnam and when the decision was made; her mother threw her and her brothers into the water and told them to swim to the boat out from the shoreline. She had been teaching them to swim previously.

There were thirty people in the small boat trying to get to Thailand. Her mother had hidden food inside her clothing. There was no room in the boat to even turn around. They drifted for two or three days to safety. They spent two years in a camp where her mother learned some English, how to write a check, shop for groceries and other basic skills.

They were sponsored by a church near Grand Rapids, MI.

Before they left, when they were living in Vietnam, they had to declare the number of people living in their home and could only purchase enough rice for that many people. Also they could only purchase enough material or clothing for that many people. This was to deter anyone from hiding a person from the authorities.

Oh, and by the way, her father was taken from their home when she was four because he was working for Americans. They had no idea whether he was alive or dead.

About 10 years after arriving in the US they were informed he was alive and finally released from prison.

June was in fifth grade, knew no English and was the only “foreign” kid in the school. She had to learn the language along with everything else taught in the school. She was the “different” kid. She looked different, talked different, totally different. 

She has since become a citizen as well as the rest of her siblings and her mother. They are all working in various occupations all over the country.

I asked her what she thought about all the “stricken, afflicted, suffering” people who didn’t get their candidate voted into office. The pain and agony that has crippled these free Americans that need to check out of life because it’s all too much to bear.

She said “send them to me. I’ll tell them what suffering is all about. They have no clue what freedom really is.”

For too many, freedom has no value. How have we arrived to the place where freedom is not recognized? Where have we failed along the way? How sad that so many American’s have perished on foreign soil for so many who have no regard or appreciation of that sacrifice.

Is it too late to change the direction of our future? Can we teach those who don’t to do? Can we teach them to cherish, treasure and hold dear the freedom they don’t even comprehend?

I have no solution to this problem. I have no way to wrap this blog up into a nice tidy package with a feel good ending.


I hope June’s story will cause some to stop and think. Think and react in an honorable way and to hold our freedoms to the high significance it deserves.

Ignorance Isn't Bliss - It's Ignorant. Go Towards the Source


OK. There’s this 120% uneducated person out there that is spreading lies about the dairy industry and as a Pied Piper their followers are dancing along behind them believing every word. I will not validate this person with a name or site. But I will dissect the lies and share the truth.

This ignorant person states that cow’s milk gets whitened. They must be confusing the dairy industry with the dental industry. I can see how easily that can happen when you ignore all the facts.

Cow’s milk is white. Comes out white and stays white. There is no blood or pus in your milk. Upon occasion an animal will have mastitis. That cow is removed from the herd and treated. When her treatment is done and the hold time is up the cow comes back into the herd to be milked.

Apparently this person knows more about dairying than us dairy farmers. Their “facts” state that a cow is milked 24/7. Hmmm . . . we never knew that. We’ve been giving them time to eat, drink, mingle with each other and chill out on their mattresses in between the times we milk.

Another statement: a cow’s life span is 20 years, yet as a dairy industry we turn them out in 4-5 years – it must be from having the milkers hanging on their teats 24/7 (insert eye roll here). We have cows that are double digit in age. Must be all the attention we are giving our animals – like feeding and caring for medical needs. This has to stop so we can have a turn over every 4-5 years.

Also, after the 4-5 year kick out the cows have their throats sliced at the slaughter house – this person’s false fact. I’ve been to many slaughter houses yet I’ve not seen this. A cow is an animal. This animal provides food and products in many different ways. Milk and meat are two. If this person is so anti-animal killing then they need to inspect their cupboards and lifestyle.

Footballs are generally made from cattle hide. Ooops, no more football!

Some soaps, lubricants, lipstick, face and hand creams are made from the fats from beef. There will be some stinky, dry skinned people out there once they see this.

Say bye-bye to buttons, bone china, piano keys, wall paper, sandpaper, toothbrushes, combs, glues and violin strings.  I guess it’s OK to not use toothbrushes since this person and those who follow only eat vegetables. The can mush them up and swallow – no teeth needed.

Are you diabetic? If you follow their reasoning and don’t use animal by products (which many do) then I hope you have your will made out. It takes the pancreases from 26 cattle to provide enough insulin to keep one diabetic person alive for a year. There are 5 million diabetic people in the US and about 1.25 million of them need daily insulin. We can reduce population that way – make more room to grow more vegetables.

Rape on the farm is a common occurrence in this person’s brain. I find it offensive to even suggest something that is so horrific to so many women be used to describe artificial insemination.

Personally, I see no need to attack people’s choices in food. If you want to be vegetarian – great! If you want to be organic – great! If you want to be GMO free – great! I choose to eat meat, drink milk, be a conventional farmer and I don’t have any concerns about GMOs. There is plenty of room on this ball of mud for all of us to have choices.

There is one thing I would ask. If you have any questions about organic farming – ask an organic farmer, not a conventional farmer. If you have questions about GMOs or other farming – ask a farmer who uses GMOs – don’t listen to celebrities and angry specialty groups. Go to the source.

A great source for all your farming questions is Ask The Farmers face book page, or their site askthefarmers.com This is a group of farmers – all sizes and types that coexist on this page to answer questions and share information on all kinds of farming practices.

You know the saying “Go towards the light?”

I’m saying “Go towards the source.”


Live long and carry on.


Youth Hunt 2016 - Again! Same Spot, Different Deer, Different Grandson.



Grandson #3 went out this evening with Son #1 (his dad)  for the last hours of youth hunt. He went to the same stand his brother got his deer this morning. See: http://www.afarmwife.com/2016/09/youth-hunt-2016.html

I texted his dad to tell him Braiden left his shoes here at my house. He texted back that there was a deer right in front of the stand at that moment.

So, I got my shoes on and grabbed my camera and headed for the barn. I was thinking positive thoughts.

As I was at the barn I heard a shot, then another and then a third. I texted Son#1 and asked if he got him. "Yep!" So Grandson #2 (who was at the barn working on his dirt bike) and I got on the gator and headed back to the woods.

When we got there they were just coming down the stand. They waited a few minutes to make sure the deer didn't get up and take off.

So, off we went.

The first few pics are a bit blurry. It was getting dusky and I was trying to keep up with them. Also, I knew my camera battery was close to dying so I couldn't take extra shots.

We looked for blood - as all good trackers do.

Right where he thought he would be.

My proud Grandson, Braiden with his first deer - a nice 8 point.

By this time it was still light out but I put the camera on auto and got the flash which makes it look darker than it was.

Son #1 and his son. It was so special for me to be part of this today. Two grandkids and two deer in the same place. Austin got a 9 point in the morning and Braiden got his 8 point tonight.


Back at the barn at the same cleaning spot.

He still has a smile on his face.

Even the BEBs (Brown Eyed Bossies) wanted to see what was happening.