Logan Trip

On Thursday My two brothers, my nephew and my Dad drove up to a ranch in Paradise that has hunting and fishing. Fishing is catch and release, but there are definitely some big trout. You can't tell from the picture, but there are some lunkers in there. We didn't go to fish though, but we enjoyed looking at the fish while we waited for the sporting clays competition.

I neglected to take any pictures of the sporting clays. Here is a picture of Jake, Jon, me and Doug afterwords though. You can see how pretty it is up there.

While we were driving around we saw a couple of roosters just sauntering along the road.

Doug, doing what I can't exactly tell.

Jake, annihilating the applesause cookies my dear sweet mother baked for ME.

We stayed in Logan that night and the next morning we got up and went pheasant hunting. It was a little cool.

The view from the bench.

This is picture of our guide Sean, and some of the dogs we were hunting with.

Dad

It doesn't really show up in the pictures, but its pretty steep, up and down. The elevation is about 5,000 feet. There is not much oxygen for my sea level acclimated lungs to process.

By this time I was carrying 4 pheasants in my vest, and huffing and puffing in the thin air. I started shedding layers at this point.

We had a great time. We let a lot get away, but everbody was successfull and it was a lot of fun. I'm sure all of us will remember the trip for the rest of our lives.

I can't tell which picture I like better, so I'll post both.

Thirteen, if you're counting.

Cleaning the birds. Maybe its just as well that its out of focus.

I'm beat! Thanks Dad for a n awesome trip!