Whispering Trees

It’s that time again. The time when the sun sits high in the sky for an extended period; I hear the trees talk to me, they express a whisper of gratitude for times past, a hope for the future and a want for me to come join them.

Apparently I am not alone, just the other day I received an email from my good friend asking me when we are going to get tags. This feeling is either a disease I share with my closest friends, or it may simply be a mental malfunction that I have. Whatever it is I recognize throughout my life I have the call of the wild.

I am so excited about the next 4 months, I have a fishing trip coming up, deer hunting is right around the corner, and I am sure I can find time to take the Jeep out for a mountain cruise. Again I love this time of the year.

I am looking forward to fishing with my boy, enjoying some dedicated father son time. Maybe this year I can actually catch some fish, ah maybe not, but watching my boy reel in the fish seeing the glow in his eyes when he tells his first fish tale is well worth missing a few trout.
I hope that someday that my boy will turn to me and say “Dad, do you ever hear the talk.”

Paul

Piazza Big Foot Expedition.

It was a wet rainy weekend, the family and I set out to explore the great outdoors in search of Big Foot. In all seriousness we went to Weaverville for some fun and had a private tour of the Willow Creek Big Foot museum.















Paul II does the Big Foot dance

Look its a lady Big Foot

Oh No Paul look out Big Foot is right behind you







That is one big foot







The Six Million Dollar Man and big foot

There can only be one big foot. And here he is!!!!















In all seriousness I believe in Big Foot. I have spent plenty of time outdoors and seen to many different animals to believe we are have explored every piece of land. The wilderness is still vast and there are areas that do get very much human actifity (yes even in California). I know I have created a parody about Big Foot, but I do believe.