Meeting Oliver

Hunting pretty much ended when Tom got his buck..... He glances out the window now and than the rest of the season and talked about trapping.  It may be a lack of deer but I feel it's more than that.  He said last night that even if a buck stepped out he wouldn't shoot it...........
 

So moving on with what "IS" still well in our lives....WE finally got to meet our NEW Grandson......"OLIVER"   They came up for a few days so we could all meet him.   He's beautiful and he's  perfect............ " LOVES"  his Gramma....

It was tricky getting to spend time with Oliver but Tom gave me all he had and the kids did their best to be available...... "It's a gift from all that I will TREASURE!

So now for a Silly Tom Story........

While I was off visiting Oliver, not too far from home, Tom was studying the law book and regulations about driving his 4-wheeler during hunting season if he wasn't hunting...... 

Tom has to re-read things a million times over to try figure out what it says and make sense of it..... and than most times he still can't make sense of it.  Finally he called the DNR.... As long as he was not hunting and carrying a gun he could drive his 4-wheeler in the woods and go "set traps".....

So yesterday morning after he had his coffee he went off to set some traps........ ON the way home he sees something orange on the trail..... as he got closer he seen it was  hunter with a bad limp........

As he pulled up he seen it was this elderly person (Larry) who has a shack very close to us.  Him and his wife (Ruth) come out hunting every year and in my opinion, that's scary all by it's self.

 Tom says "they got to be around 80 years old" ......... I'm not sure they are quite there yet.  AHH...... mentally they are a little scatter brained yet the sweetest people you ever met!  You gotta love 'em........

Anyway Larry fell getting down from his stand and was quite a ways away from the shack so Tom offered him a ride on the 4-wheeler...... Now, I'm chuckling already before he finishes the story because I know Tom's impairment of figuring things out.

"Larry's gotta weigh 400 lbs and he's short"  Tom continues. "So I had a hell of a time getting him on the 4-wheeler.  After I got him on I realized there isn't any place for me to ride because I couldn't get him to back up and give me a place.  So I had to ride on the gas tank........"

"THAN I ran over his gun!"  Tom blurts out.  I said..."You what?"  "Well I leaned the gun against the 4-wheeler and by the time I got Larry on  I was so nervous I forgot about the gun and ran over it"

I raised my eyebrows and looked at him with questions in my eyes..... He chuckled and said "it didn't hurt the gun and Larry said oh that's okay... you can't hurt that old gun......"  as if to justify what happened.  Than Tom added that it was an old gun and didn't have a scope etc........

I held my look and he knew what it meant as we said at the same time.... that's not the point...IT COULD HAVE BEEN LOADED AND WENT OFF!!!!

I know he said BUT..........

So he went on to say ......."when we drove up to the shack Ruth came running out." Tom now changes his voice to an old women voice, "  thank you so much for bringing Larry home.........NOW Larry,  you know you do this every year," she scolds.  Tom laughs. 

Tom noted that the next day Larry rode his 4-wheeler to his stand.  My guess is that Tom was checking on the old fart......