Papa Don and Gramma Jacki: brown's park...

last weekend we ventured once again, out to browns park. sally mower drew the same antelope tag that i drew last year. they had never been out there, and asked us to go along as their guides (ha,ha!) we left friday afternoon and picked don up at work. it rained so hard on the way out, i thought for sure we wouldn't have to get up early saturday morning. [no antelope would be out in that mess]. wrong... again jack! we slept in "uncle brian's" newer trailer. stevie and sally slept in the older one, and steve and brian slept in steve's trailer. saturday morning we got up early and headed out scouting for antelope. we were sooo proud of stevie... before 8:30 a.m., we had passed up a few really good bucks. we decided to drive up to the '3 corners' [where you can be in utah, colorado, and wyoming all at the same time]. it was a slippery, muddy, mess! i was really grateful for stevie's driver education teacher, mr. kitchen, who taught him to stay on the road, while fishtailing all over the place. he even managed to stay out of some big ruts on the side of the road. can i say... there was more than one place that we were all 'white knuckled'! needless to say, that by the time we got up to the 3 corners stevie's truck was NOT very clean :0 !

stevie and sally
standing on the 3 corner monument

jacki and donnie
standing on the 3 corner monument

just after we left the 3 corners, we spent over 2 hours, trying to get out of a bog that we thought was only a mud puddle.

stevie's truck in the bog up over the axles

i took this picture out the window.
don giving stevie directions

donnie with that look on his face...
"how the heck are we going to get outta here?"

so after don walked a mile or so back up the road to get cell service, to call brian and steve to come help, we realized that "OH" stevie has on star, and we could have called them from the truck. so... with sally in the driver's seat and stevie gathering more rocks to put under the tires, sally finally was able to rock out of the puddle. then we went back up the road to pick up don. he hadn't been able to get a hold of brian, so he had left a message as to where we were, then called brian's wife to get steve's phone #, and left a message on steve's phone, too.

we were free again, so we headed out to find more antelope. something big enough for sally to shoot at. she, like me, had not been out practicing and was not all that anxious to shoot the gun.

we found a group with 4 or 5 decent bucks, so steve, sally, and don, hiked up over the hill and shortly after they were out of site, i heard a bang. then after a few minutes, another bang. then a few minutes later, another bang. i sat in the truck crocheting, and after a while thought maybe i would go see if i could find them. then it hit me that i had NO idea where to even begin to look.

just then, here comes sally over the opposite side of the hill from where they had started, to get the truck. she got all the way to the truck and realized that steve still had the keys in his pocket. she started back up the hill and met stevie half way. he too, had realized that HE had the keys. we drove right up to where the buck had dropped and loaded him in the back of the truck.

not a bad buck sal!

stevie... are you coming out of the women's potty... again?

after, we headed down to the "jarvie" ranch. they have flushing toilets there and running water. something we hadn't seen for a day or so.
donnie decided to take a little rest, while the rest of us went on a tour of the old ranch.

the "hunter" sleep position

the dug out
[butch cassidy and the sundance kid used this place as a hide out.]

sally, enjoying a little dinner in the dug out.

steve, wondering if he wanted to take a nap on this old bed.
this room is the bedroom, kitchen, and living room.
cool, but way too small!
the people that lived in those days, had to be pretty short!