Elk Hunt
*Never ever did I ever dream that I would ever be blogging about the Elk Hunt. Ever.

I've learned a lot about hunting in the last year.
{Weird}
But apparently I have one lucky husband.
He drew a southwest desert archery Elk tag, with only 3 points.
{Lucky for him, unlucky for me}
We got the news mid-April.
And it's been the main topic of discussion for him ever since.
After months of talking, researching, scouting, practicing, preparing, thinking, dreaming and did I mention talking? about the Elk Hunt, the much anticipated "opening weekend" arrived.
{I thought it would never get here- let's get this thing over with}

Opening Weekend
Indian Peaks
August 19-21

I really sucked at taking pictures this weekend.
This is it...

~Playing pig with their bows the night before the hunt~

But we were really busy hunting, and believe it or not- I loved it!
Opening morning was so intense.
{I seriously almost peed my pants}
Long story short:
He missed.

{I still love him}

Weekend #2
August 26-29
No photos to prove we were even there.
{He didn't get any shots either}

Weekend #3
September 2-5
Since Gram didn't come I didn't have a babysitter.
Kelly and I hung out at camp and entertained kids, cooked delicious meals, and did some crafting.By entertaining the kids, I mean letting them play in the dirt all they want.
They were in heaven.
I actually had to hose Eliza down before putting her in the tub at night. I was afraid the pipes in our trailer couldn't handle all the dirt.
I was probably right.~Yes, this is Barrett eating rocks. Something he did the entire weekend. A little dirt can't hurt, right?~

~Relaxing in the big girl {boy} chair~

~There's nothing cuter than bald heads, saggy pants, and sparkly shoes~

~Nnnnn...nanas~

~"Wussat?"~

~Mommy's helper~

~"I feel tired"~

Eliza had so much fun in the loft with Ryan and Daddy.
Until it was time to come down.
After it was discovered, she hung out by the ladder and cried.

Yes. This is my sexy bearded husband, who has been receiving bribes, ultimatums, bets.... anything to convince him to shave.
Apparently his wife doesn't have as much pull as she thought she did...

~You'll be happy to hear:
The day the Elk died, so did the beard~

The only person with any success with a bow this weekend, was Ryan.
This little dude shot a lizard with his bow.

What a stud.

Weekend #4
September 9-12
I decided to sit this one out.
{I was all "hunted out"}
Of course the one weekend I didn't go, he brought this home...

Elk stats:
5 by 5
950 lbs.
Scores a 345
{That means Big}

Congrats babe!
It's good to have you back to earth.