True Outdoorsman

Though out of my two grandpa's I knew him the least, Bill Mathison still was very dear to my heart. A brilliant business man and investor, a traveler, and most of all, an outdoors-man. My grandpa and I got to share that passion the last year. In the last year or so I have grown to love the outdoors, hunting and fishing...something my grandpa lived and breathed for. He taught me to fly fish this summer...something I'll never forget and a time I'm thankful for and will cherish. He was so proud of me when I shot my first buck this past November. It was a way we connected more.

I loved his big hugs

I loved the way he smelled

I loved the penny loafers he always wore (whether with sweatpants or jeans)

I'll never forget that Cabela's fly fishing hat he never took off.

For some reason, his snore's in the camper will be missed.

He couldn't hear a thing, we were always repeating ourselves.

I smile remember him trying to tie a fly and cursing under his breath

I loved how he "always" was "right" haha

I'll miss how he walked...it was kind of slow, but steady and a man on a mission.

He had perfect form when casting...

I loved loved loved his laugh.

I'm glad I got to share special times with him before he left this earth and glad that he asked Christ into his heart a few weeks ago. I will see him again.

"Snake Farm, Pretty Much Is"

What a successful weekend in Waurika! I had such a great time! I filled my belly with good drinks and awesome food!...i realized I have this obsession with cheeeese fries!

Jeep top down, music blaring, Lorrie yelling at us to stop singing EVERY song, me doing the copperhead road dance in front of everyone, cheese fries, bones, dr pepper drink..., burger gone in 5 seconds, losing my beloved aviators, buying new stunna shades that I look ridiculous in, trying to bargain without success, twinkie hats, waiting to get the rattlesnake picture, brick lol, bathroom issues, sluts dancing, ohhh and the list goes on!

Lorrie, Chelb and I were all sad to leave the festivities and the warm sun...

I miss it already.

"Snake Farm, Just Sounds Nasty"

The title is from a song that Ray Wylie Hubbard sings, "Snake Farm"

I thought it was appropriate since I'm going to a Rattlesnake Hunt this weekend...gonna have a gooood time. This picture is from last year.

Rowdy won't be here this year, as he's fishing instead. It will be a girls weekend that is sure to ease my stresses of the last couple of weeks.

I need to clear my head.

So here's to snakes, beer, carny food and girls weekend! Pictures to come....

Things Are Going To Be Different.

Better times for me have come and they are ahead of me as well. I can't wait for the summer...tryin to lose a little weight for the bathing suit! I'm stickin it out and moving forward and no ones going to stop me! Love smiling every morning:)