Friday, June 27, 2008
Wild kingdom!
This is so cool! I woke up this morning and there was an elk staring in the window at me! I said 'hey Dad! look at this dude!' I took one of these pictures myself!!!
Brady
2 'coons caught...
Ok... so we captured two raccoons overnight in the traps. According to the assassin, or, I mean 'animal removal tech' they were 25 lbs. and 15 lbs respectively.... now they go to the 'World famous raccoon Day Spa and Casino' located in beautiful Laughlin Nevada, to live out the rest of their days eating at the buffett and playing pai gow poker with their buddies.
See ya soon,
Brady
Thursday, June 26, 2008
To cut, or not to cut?
Huntin' Season
Well... we have a family of brazen, angry and SMART raccoons living at/near/in/on/under our house. Dad went and got Mom an airsoft gun... and Mom and Dad in one of the truly great white trash moments of all time proceeded to:
-Wait until dark
-Get 12 budweisers and 1 bottle of red wine
-place the remains of a rotisserie chicken on the lower deck (chum)
-Sit on the deck that is off of their bedroom with the airsoft gun, 12,000 airsoft pellets, 2 airsoft ammo magazines, and 2 flashlights...
-Wait 4 hours
And, Wait they did until finally, one of the little F^(@%$@'S popped up on the deck... Mom w/ a 4 beer, 2 glass of wine buzz, raised her semi-auto air soft pistol, steadied herself and fired (Dad was impressed with her accuracy) hitting the pesky raccoon 12 times in the face and neck region! BUT... not only did the raccoon not run away, he didn't even stop eating the chicken long enough to look up... Dad laughed hysterically. Mom was pissed.
So now we have brought in some serious help. That's right: Rocky Mountain Animal Control: AKA Rocky Mountain Furry and Cute Animal Assassins. The traps have been placed and now we wait.
Later,
Brady
A little Caddyshack for ya:
Carl Spackler: 'Correct me if I'm wrong Sandy, but if I kill all the golfers they'll lock me up and throw away the key.'
Sandy: 'Not golfers, you idiot! Gophers. The *little* *brown*, *furry* *rodents*.'
We call him BoBo...
Beau is a fun little guy. He is all smiles and giggles (and appetite!) He eats way more than me and Dad says I better watch out or he will pass me up... I don't believe that!
Here are a couple newer pictures of Beau... he is now weighing 28 lbs. and I weigh 34 lbs. The thing is: he is chubby and I am rock hard- I work out.
Quote of the day: Frisbeetarianism is the belief that when you die, your soul goes up on the roof and gets stuck (George Carlin)
Brady
One more Picture...
Mom and Dad finally put the ghetto pool in!!!
I know it's been a while since I last posted here... 4 MONTHS!!
Lots of news: Summer is here... I am only 3 months short of my 4th Birthday! I want to have a HUGE party... still working on that one.
Beau is getting so big. He is 18 months and sort of a daredevil. Beau isn't talking too much yet but he just grunts and Mom or Dad hands him what he wants (I wonder why he doesn't talk?) anyways, my little bro is pretty nice and I am trying to be cool to him.
C YA,
Brady
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