Gettin' some food fer the table!

Monday we had an ice fishing adventure with over a dozen preschoolers. Yikes! All the kids caught fish and had a good time. Three feet of ice over a lake allows you to park a lot of trucks out there just in case kids need to warm up. Fortunately they didn't need it because the weather was perfect. The kids also got to go for sled rides behind snowmobiles (or snow machines as they call them in Alaska).

Grip n' grin with a whopper:



Takin' a ride behind a snow machine with classmates, quite the ladies man, isn't he? That plane in the background was the grandpa of one of the kids who dropped by to say hello.



We all had a good time





Christina was a little wiped out this morning - Tate has been grouchy and the puppy is, well, a puppy. I'd been itching to get out anyway, so I piled the boys and the dog in the rig and headed off in a sleep deprived delerium to chase critters.

Mason harvested his first spruce grouse:



The dog has received a name. We're calling him Chako, short for cheechako - an Inuit term for someone who hasn't been through a winter in Alaska. He ain't the best birddog yet, but we're hopin' he'll be trained up by next year.





An sorry, ya gotta type with a redneck accent when you're tellin' a huntin' story!



As a disclaimer, I may come under some fire for posting hunting pictures. Please know that I work very hard to instill in Mason an appreciation for the animals we harvest. We focus on gun safety and also teach him to respect that not everyone is comfortable around guns and hunting.