I made a mudhole at the beginning of the year by running the hose in my backyard and cutting donuts with my racing fourwheeler. My mom loved it..HA not! Looking back I don't know how they allowed me to keep my mudhole for months, but I'm grateful that they did because it was fabulous.
I went turkey hunting for the first time with my dad and our friend Tony Vidrine (wildlife biologist & expert turkey caller). We were out all day with him, taking naps against trees, moving decoys around, listening to turkeys, and just having a good time. I tell you what though, those birds are very smart, especially the big fat ones. They gobbled around us in circles, but never came in sight.
I also went to the camp in St. Francisville with Kelsie for a hog hunt, which turned into more fourwheeler riding, some fishing & laying out by the pond, and shooting the .22.
Oh and then I did some mudriding with Stacey, followed by riding her horses. But not just riding them around the pasture, we also rode/swam them through the pond, which was so much fun--even when we fell off!
Hallie and I went mudriding too, in Sherburne WMA (wildlife management area). Where we got stuck and un-stuck more than a few times. We went through high water, and rode along the Achafalaya. We saw a couple snakes and a lot of alligators, but we weren't scared of a single thing.
My family & I made a short trip to a friend's farm in Alabama, where you will never guess what I did. Okay so you probably did guess it...I rode fourwheelers, drove a big Dodge Ram turbodiesel around, caught some nice 'bama bass, and shot a lot of big guns. This is when I broke my fishing pole. I had a big bass on the line and he tried to swim under the dock, so I put my hand out on the pole--big mistake. It snapped, but I still got the fish so its okay!! I then got my ugly stik and open-faced Shakespeare/Shimano that I also love.
This is what my Spring looked like:
