BECAUSE IT'S THERE

Our son's mission call

2010-09-27T20:43:00.003-07:00

It as taken me over a week to get to it, but I must take a moment and post the fact that our oldest, Dallas, has received his mission call. He will be serving in the Georgia, Atlanta mission. He reports on December 15th.

Congratulations son! We're proud of you and know that you will have much to offer the people in Georgia and eastern Alabama.

Now begins the task of getting him outfitted to go!

A funny moment at dinner.

2010-07-18T21:05:00.006-07:00

Our oldest, Dallas, had his wisdom teeth pulled this past week in preparation for missionary service. When I arrived home from work, I found him lying on the sofa. I think he was asleep, still under the effects of the anesthesia.

Kamryn came up to me and gave me a hug, as she often does upon my return from work. Then she asked me, "Do you know what Dallas did when he got home from the dentist?"

"What?" I asked.

"He asked me and Kelsey to play cards with him."

"Oh?" I questioned.

"Yeah. That's rather unusual for Dallas", she replied.;

Indeed.

A little while later, we gathered at the table for dinner and asked Dallas if he wanted to join us. Much to my surprise, he did. I thought he would prefer to continue resting. The rest of us had some solid foods for dinner. Dallas had a cup of yogurt and some pudding in front of him. A few minutes into dinner, I heard Kamryn call Dallas' name.

"Dallas?" Silence.

I looked up and Dallas appeared to be sound asleep sitting in his chair. We all smiled at one another and Kamryn called again, "Dallas!"

Dallas opened his eyes and asked, "What?" We told him he had fallen asleep.

A few seconds later, Kamryn again said, "Dallas." Again, he had fallen asleep at the table. He woke up again, and this time took a spoonful of his yogurt. Half of it made it into his mouth, the other half began running down his still-numb lip and chin. We all started laughing. It was made all the more funny when he asked "What?", clearly not knowing what was going on. I was moved to tears it was so funny. That and the fact that this mellowness was a side of Dallas we had not seen in some time. It was refreshing.

He wiped his chin, which apparently took more energy than he had available because he promptly fell asleep again. We woke him again and he took another bite of yogurt. Same result. Half in the mouth, half down the chin. This time I went and got the camera.

Kelsey says its mean to post this photo, but I do it out of love!

We love you Dallas.

R2R2R

2010-06-17T09:40:00.007-07:00

Back in mid-May, I and two of my brothers (Eric and Russell), embarked on quite the challenge. After much discussion and preparation, we attempted a rim-to-rim-to-rim hike of the Grand Canyon. For those that may not understand what that means, it is a hike starting on one side of the canyon, going across to the other side, then turning around and returning to the starting side.

In our case, our plan was to start on the south rim, go down the South Kaibab Trail, across the bottom, up the North Kaibab trail to the north rim, back down that same trail, back across the bottom, then up the Bright Angel Trail to the south rim. A total distance of 45 miles. Our goal was to complete the journey in under 24 hours because, as some who have made the trip have said, to complete the journey in anything over 24 hours is simply to go hiking in the canyon for two days. Heck, we wanted a challenge.

The following is one brother's (my) perspective.

The three of us prepared ourselves to varying degrees. We had some idea what we were getting into as all three of us have hiked in the canyon before, and we have all hiked rim to rim (24 miles) in a day on a number of occasions. For my part, I prepared by trying to do as much hiking and jogging as possible. I got serious about it at the first of the year and set a goal to be able to jog 10 miles non-stop. I reached that goal for the first time around the latter part of April. Just for good measure, I did a second 10-mile jog the first part of May. At that point, I felt I was as ready as I was going to be.

We left Phoenix the evening of May 13th. Dad was with us. He was going to meet a cousin of his at the south rim and spend some time hiking and waiting (and probably worrying) for the three of us. We went to Williams where Eric, Russ and I had a hotel room waiting for us. Dad spent the night out under the trees in Tusayan.

Friday morning, May 14th, after about the most horrible night's sleep I've ever had (I really don't think I slept at all), we got up, dressed and hit the road after grabbing a power breakfast at McDonalds. We met up with dad and his cousin, Bill Parker, in Tusayan and we went into the park. We left vehicles at one of the shuttle stops, hopped on the shuttle bus and rode to the trailhead for the South Kaibab Trail. After photos, last minute checks to be sure we had everything and last minute exhortations from dad to "be careful", we headed into the abyss at 8:27 AM, which was an hour or more later than we wanted to start, but which would end up being a perfect start time in the end.

It was a beautiful morning. It was a bit cold and overcast, but the sun shown through from time to time. Across the canyon to the north, we could see storm clouds brewing, which caused a little concern, but not enough to change our plans.

We made good time heading down hill. Parts of the trail are a little steep, requiring a little slower pace from time to time, but not bad. We had a schedule to keep with a list of the major features or stopping points along the trails and where we wanted to be (in terms of time) by the time we reached each spot.

We stopped just briefly a couple of times down the South Kaibab, the longest stop being about five minutes at the Tonto Trail junction. We reached the Colorado River, the seven mile mark, in 1:54; not too bad, but a few minutes behind schedule. We headed into Phantom Ranch for our first real rest. We refilled water bottles, ate a few snacks and rested for about 15 minutes, then headed onward.

Our next major goal was to reach Cottonwood Camp, another seven miles (14 miles into our trip), by the 4:30 mark. By this time, the sun was out, things were warming up and we moved quickly, averaging about three miles per hour across the bottom of the canyon. We passed the Ribbon Falls junction and not long after, hit Cottonwood Camp, pretty much on time. We left Cottonwood at the five hour mark, 14 miles into the journey, with seven miles remaining to the top of the north rim, the 1/2 way mark.

A little over one mile out of Cottonwood, I started to get tired. I began to lag behind Eric and Russ by 50 to 75 yards. Although they didn't say anything, I think they were beginning to worry about me and wonder to each other if I was going to be able to get out the north side, let alone make the return trip.

We passed Roaring Springs and continued onward. At about 6:30 into our hike, we were approximately four miles from the north rim. After reaching Supai Tunnel (two miles from the top), Russ pushed on ahead and Eric and I stuck together. We (Eric and I) reached the Coconino Overlook (one mile from top) at about 8:30 into the hike. Another 30 minutes and we reached the top, nine hours after starting this morning.

As luck would have it, a coworker of mine (Mark Norton) had some previous arrangements to do some work-related training on the north rim. That worked out well for us because he and his wife were able to take 1/2 of our supplies with them and by way of walkie-talkies, we were able to communicate with them before we reached the north rim, such that when we did arrive, they were waiting for us with our supplies. We had packed some cans of chicken chili, a small stove and pot, some camp chairs, extra clothing, etc. We had a much-needed 45 minute rest during which time we cooked a hot meal, replenished our supplies, changed into some dry clothing, and prepared for our return hike.

At approximately 6:15 PM, we headed back down into the abyss. We made good time going down hill, and by the time we reached Roaring Springs, we were about two hours ahead of our predetermined schedule. Things were also getting pretty dark in the canyon. We pulled out our headlamps, and headed on to Cottonwood Camp.

We reached Cottonwood Camp at about 12:30 into our hike and had a short break, then pressed forward toward Phantom Ranch.

We reached Phantom Ranch at about 11:40 PM, approximately 35 miles, 15 hours and 13 minutes into our hike. To say that we were tired is an understatement. We were beat. We had 10 more miles to go, it was almost midnight, our bodies were sore and crying for sleep. We rested at Phantom for about 20 minutes, refilled water containers, ate some food, doctored feet, slammed some extra strength Excedrin (a very close companion during this trip), and moved forward.

It is quite the experience crossing the footbridge over the Colorado River at 12:15 AM. Other than what is illuminated by your headlamp 5-10 feet in front of you, you cannot see anything. The next ten miles were fairly quiet; not as much talking as there had been earlier in our hike.

We crossed the Colorado, eventually made it to Devil's Corkscrew and then to Indian Gardens, where we rested a few minutes. With 4 1/2 miles remaining, Russ went on ahead and Eric and I stuck together. We made it to the 3 mile rest house, then the 1.5 mile resthouse, at which point Eric pressed forward as well.

In the end, I made it out of the Canyon at approximately 5:45 AM on Saturday, May 15, 2010, after 45 miles of hiking, having completed the journey in 21 hours and 20 minutes, roughly 20 minutes behind Russ and 10 minutes behind Eric.

It was a wonderful trip. Would I do it again? Absolutely!

Thunder River

2009-11-09T21:05:00.009-07:00

Carey and I recently had the hiking experience of our lives. Thunder River, Tapeats Creek and Deer Creek, north side of the Grand Canyon. A true wilderness backpacking experience. Me, Carey and eight other men. Isn't Carey lucky? Four days, 25.5 miles with backpacks, another 4 or 5 without, four nights each in a different location of the canyon. Nine priesthood holders. One daughter of God. Spiritual firesides each night. It was a wonderful experience. Grueling, but wonderful. Can't wait to go again!

Starting down into the canyon. Bridger's Knoll in the middle.

Thunder River, coming out of the side of the cliff face. Beautiful.

Confluence of Thunder River and Tapeat's Creek.

A self portrait at the top of Deer Creek where it dumps into the Colorado.

A group photo at the end. Tired but happy!

Some things are hard to put to words

2009-08-01T09:13:00.002-07:00

Received a call at work from my stake president on Tuesday afternoon. I closed my office door, knelt and wept. God-speed Addie. Say hello to Daniel.

The burdens of public service...

2009-07-15T12:23:00.003-07:00

Being in public service, I hear from all types. Everyone has a complaint. Everyone has suffered discrimination. There's always someone else to blame.

I've been dealing with one particular individual who believes he was terminated from his employment because he requested a new pair of prescription safety glasses. Long story short, there is no merit to his case. Real reason for his termination: he was insubordinate and refused, on several occasions, to discontinue the wearing of his dark, tinted glasses during nightime hours.

I wrote him a letter a couple of months ago when this all started and told him the following:

"Your original discrimination complaint to us, as well as the follow up documents you have recently faxed to me, are confusing and disjointed. There are very few, if any, complete sentences or thoughts. They are extremely difficult to read, and in what appears to be an attempt to give some type of a legal “feel” to those documents, you have created a morass of confusion to the point that it is impossible to determine whether or not you engaged in any activity protected by the ADOSH Act."

He sent me another letter the other day. I've reproduced it in its entirety below. Everything is as it appears in the original, including grammar, punctuation, etc. The only thing I've changed is to add "XXXXXX" in place of actual names, except my own.

Division of Occupational Safety and Health Retaliation : Discrimination :
P.O. Box 19070 Wrongful Termination:
Phoenix, Arizona 85005 – 070 XXXXXXXXXXXX.
Attention : Darren Perkins Date 7 / 14 / 2009
Fax #602-542-1614

Discrimination : Retaliation : OSHA : ADOSH : Complaint # 08-63 ; . { Both : }
Under the Freedom Act to Request Informatio Per Appeal Case # 08-63 ; .
This is a Formal Request Under this Freedom Act ; To Request All Information ; .
Be advised these Requests have been made before ; . Until now this act was brought to my attention ; .
Per : XXXXXXXXXXX ; Also advised of prior Requests and is aware ; . {Misleading }
I am Requesting All Information Per Appeal Case # 08-63 { But Limited to None : } ; .
The Event this Information is not Disclosed ; This could be grounds { With Holding and Concealing
Information : } ; Be Advised and Placed on Notice : ,. To Deal in Good Faith : .
This Protection Act to with hold names and Reports Should Not Apply Do to the Fact and the
Nature of the Corruption Involved in this Case that you are {Aware : } { Darren Perkins } .
My Request was that you Not Be Involved Period { Darren Perkins } XXXXXX. is aware ; .
Accordingly and in a Fashionable Manner ; . If these Requests are Not Granted ;
They will go to the Next Level ; . Be advised { Darren Perkins } ; Deal in Good Faith ; .
Pending Request for Informa6tion Per Appeal Case # 08-63 ; .
Making this Clear : This could be Grounds for Fraud and Racketeering { Criminal Division : } ; .
{ Requesting information Be sent within Next 15 Days Send ASAP : } ; .
{ Leave to Amend : } ; .

Concerns and Copies to :

XXXXXXXXXXX
Fax # XXX – XXX – XXXX
XXXXXXX : This Request for Information has been made again ; Thank You ; I am Standing By
Waiting to Move Forward to the Next Level ; . Please be advised and Placed on Notice ; .

My Contact Information is :
XXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXXXX
Tucson, AZ 85741
Phone # 602-XXX-XXXX
Standing By Waiting ; .

I love my job. Sigh....

Hurst Family Reunion

2009-07-06T21:39:00.009-07:00

This year, Carey was in charge. A big thanks to Bethany Park for tipping us off to the Zion's Ponderosa Ranch and Resort in southern Utah, just outside Zion's National Park.

Dallas: Master Chef

The pool area. Kids had a blast!

Kamryn loved the pool.

Dylan and cousins in the Virgin River, Zion's NP.

Kamryn made a friend with a Famous Amos cookie.

My girls

East Rim trail, through Echo Canyon. What was supposed to be a 10 mile hike ended up being about 15 due to a couple of wrong turns. It was incredibly beautiful, but the lesson learned: Don't go for a wilderness hike without a map. (click on photo for a larger version and note Dallas just left of center. I'm glad he came hiking with me and his uncles.)

Stake Youth Trek

2009-07-06T21:24:00.002-07:00

About three weeks ago (time flies), Carey and I were honored to participate in our stake's youth trek as a ma a pa. I won't take the time to recount all of the details and wonderful experiences, but will mention a few things that make me grateful to have participated. In no particular order:

Having both of my boys participating. Dallas went as a big brother to the Crump (older) family, and Dylan as a son in the Pottle (younger) family. Although we didn't have opportunities to interact with them much, I am grateful they both made the decision to go.
Sharing a common experience with the Beeson's, the McLean's, the LaMunyon's and Jarret Sharp.
Being with my Stake President, fellow counselor and other stake and ward staff and friends. I am only as good as the people I surround myself with and for four days, I was surrounded by the best.
Walking.
The Sabbath. I love being outdoors and I love Sunday meetings. Combining the two is icing on the cake.
And last, but certainly not least, having 14 wonderful youth as our "children" for four days. They were awesome! They loved each other, they helped each other, they had fun together and they made their ma and pa proud.

Our stake's youth are amazing.

Dylan's sweet jump

2009-06-22T20:38:00.002-07:00

Here is a sweet jump by Dylan during a recent trip to Wet Beaver Creek. Nicely done.

Havasupai 2009

2009-06-21T20:26:00.007-07:00

Same place, many of the same people, lots of different people, some different scenery, but still a great time.

The newly created "30 Foot Falls." Not as beautiful as Navajo Falls used to be, but still a great place to jump and swim. Maybe even better than Navajo was.

Base of Havasu Falls. Not quite the same swimming hole it used to be, but still a great spot.

Dallas, looking cool at 30 Foot Falls.

This was a fun trip, but also brought back some bad memories for me, personally. I think it is time for a new hike next year.

Dallas' Graduation

2009-05-26T21:59:00.008-07:00

I'm getting old(er). There, I admitted it, kind of. Dallas graduated from high school last week, making it harder for me to deny this simple fact.

We're proud of Dallas. He is a good kid. Very independent; a bit stubborn; sometimes the cause of much anxiety but still a good kid.

The graduating class.

Dallas, walking up to the stage to receive his diploma.

Dallas, walking off stage, diploma in hand.

My sister-in-law, Jen. And she thinks I'm weird.

Dallas' graduation present, a trip to Eloy, AZ to skydive.

From the two "thumbs up", I'd say he was having a good time.

We love you son and are proud of you!

Carey's Graduation

2009-05-15T05:56:00.008-07:00

I want the world to know how proud I am of my wife. At 32 years old (not really, but she'd kill me if I put in her real age), she achieved one of her goals, to obtain her Bachelor's Degree. She graduated yesterday from Arizona State University with a BA in English.

Isn't she beautiful? I must admit getting a little choked up when I saw her walking.

Kelsey and Kamryn entertained themselves with a tic-tac-toe game made from rocks

The announcement of the name and handshake.

Kamryn, Carey, Kelsey

A proud husband.

Grand Canyon hike

2009-05-15T05:36:00.009-07:00

Each year some of us make a pilgrimage to the Grand Canyon. This year, nine of us went and I think we all had a great time. The weather was beautiful, the hike (down and out the south rim in one day) was challenging, but fun, and the company was the best.

This year's participants: Me and Carey, Eric & Elisha, Russell and Jen, Nilda Hitchcock, and Ryan & Kalyn Taylor.

Me and Carey at the top of the South Kaibab Trail

A beautiful view near the top of the South Kaibab Trail

Jen, Carey, Elisha, Nilda, Kalyn, blowin' in the wind

Looking down the trail to the Colorado and the Black Bridge

At the bottom. Carey posing near the Silver Bridge before crossing.

A break at Indian Gardens

Bright Angel Trail; three miles left.

Good times.

Continuing the challenge

2009-04-11T10:35:00.002-07:00

Following in the footsteps of my friends Jarret and Miriam, I offer the following:

The first 5 people to respond to this post will get something made by me.

I will get it done this year.

I will make it for just you, but offer no guarantees as to the amount of enjoyment you will get out of whatever I make.

I hope you like it anyway.

AND...you have to do the same post on your blog for others. Honor system.

A season draws to a close

2009-03-22T21:31:00.003-07:00

Four years ago, March 6, 2005, I was jolted out of my comfort zone. I guess the Lord felt I had been comfortable long enough. I was terrified and felt very inadequate to serve as bishop.

Now, as my time as bishop draws to a close, I feel tremendously blessed, yet incredibly sad.

It has been an honor.

Stake Conference

2009-03-13T05:50:00.003-07:00

We had stake conference this past weekend. What's more, we had a change in our stake presidency. Elder Russell M. Nelson of the Quorum of Twelve Apostles and Elder Pickered of the Seventy were with us to make that change and help to uplift and strengthen the members of the stake.

As one might imagine, we had record attendance at each of our meetings. At the adult session, I think we had about 740 attendees, almost doubling the previous high water mark. That was a particularly good session of conference, as the adult meeting usually is. It was great to be in attendance with my wife and my oldest son, Dallas, who, at 18, can now attend the adult meeting. I appreciated his attentiveness to the things that were said, particularly those said by an Apostle of the Lord.

In the priesthood leadership meeting earlier in the evening, Elder Nelson taught us about the importance of paying a full tithe with respect to the economic conditions in which we currently find ourselves. He said that if we invest in our tithing, there will be no erosion of our nest egg. That statement could be interpreted in different ways. I think what he was saying is that a full tithe payer will have the promised blessings poured out upon him/her such that there will be increased strength, spiritually and mentally, to weather any storm, economic or otherwise. A full tithe payer builds a firm foundation for present and future crisis.

He also taught that each man needs to understand that his most important duty as a priesthood holder is to care for his wife. I wonder how many problems would be solved, or not even become problems in the first place, were all of us priesthood holders to learn that important lesson. I was taught by Elder Nelson in different settings on both Saturday and Sunday. On each occasion, the importance of wives, children and family was made very clear: they are our first priority; nothing comes before them.

Elder Nelson taught so much during our meetings: the process of revelation received through a Prophet, Christ's mission and atonement, our need to focus on ordinances, how to pray and the importance of enduring to the end. The whole weekend was one big spiritual experience for me personally. It is not often that we have an opportunity to sit at the feet of an Apostle, in person, and be taught.

If there was one thing that struck me throughout the weekend, it was the deep love that Elder Nelson has for others. It is evident in his eyes, in his handshake, in his voice. With all due respect to all of the other church leaders and members I have come to know and love over the years, I have never felt more comfortable than I did in the presence of Elder Nelson.

An afternoon with the girls

2009-02-12T06:30:00.010-07:00

Last week, I took Kelsey & Kamryn, their cousin, Megan, and Kamryn's friend, Havana, on an afternoon excursion to downtown Phoenix. We drove over to Christown Mall, got on the new light rail train and rode down to central Phoenix. We then walked a couple of blocks to the Arizona Center and went to a movie. Hotel for Dogs. Great movie, very entertaning for kids and adults. After the movie, we walked back to the light rail and rode back to Christown Mall and then headed for home.

The girls seemed to all have a good time. The light rail ride down was fairly uneventful. Not a lot of people heading downtown that time of day. I have to say that the ride was actually quite nice. The train cars haven't been tagged or busted up, yet.

Here is a picture of the girls at the light rail station when we got off in downtown Phoenix.

I thought this picture was pretty funny. I told Carey about it. Now I'm thinking that maybe I'm the only one that thinks it's funny.

Kamryn, Havana and Megan at the Arizona Center.

Havana climbing the decorative panels at the light rail station.

On the ride home, we were joined on the light rail by different groups of ASU students who were participating in some type of a scavenger hunt. Many of them were dressed up in different costumes, most quite odd. One guy in one of the groups had a huge, fake, black afro looking thing. The girls, who up to that point had been pretty energetic, were stunned into silence. I secretly took this photo, which doesn't give you a good appreciation of what he looked like, but you get the idea.
It was a great afternoon.

A plug for agency and the Word of Wisdom

2009-01-24T19:12:00.002-07:00

Carey and I went hiking this morning; something of a habit for us on Saturdays or holidays. More often than not, we'll go out to Thunderbird Park in north Glendale. Such was the case today.

We got out there around 9:00 this morning and entered the park via 59th Ave. We parked in a little lot at the far west end, then hiked up to the main trail that goes around the northern hill, and started heading to the east. As we approached the main entrance to the trail, close to the 59th Ave. entrance to the park, we heard a brief squeal of tires and looked up to see a truck making a quick turn from the inner park road onto the short entrance road, just behind a white SUV. I didn't think much of it and assumed it was some punk showing off in his truck. I turned my attention back to the trail.

A few seconds later, I heard the familiar crunch of metal. I looked up and saw that this truck had pulled out onto 59th Ave. and slammed into the front right panel of the white SUV, which must have pulled onto 59th Ave. just a split second earlier. The truck pushed the white SUV to the east, onto the median, causing the SUV to run over and flatten a metal post and sign in the median.

All of this must have caused the idiot in the truck to loose control because he next swerved sharply to the west, went off the road and down the embankment and back into the park, except this time he was not on the road, but was driving through the rock, brush, cactus, etc. He was driving as fast as he could in that terrain, too. From our vantage point, we could easily hear the truck as he gunned the engine and it bounced over rock and brush. He was clearly trying to escape the situation he was in.

About this time, I noticed a guy in a yellow shirt, a fellow hiker, I presume. He was running along the inner park road, about 100 yards from the truck, yelling profanities at the guy in the truck. My first thought was that this guy had stolen his truck. About that same time, the truck made it to the edge of the desert, about two feet from the asphalt road, and was stuck. I could hear the engine screaming as the guy floored the gas pedal, and the tires digging into the dirt, but he wasn't going anywhere. The man in yellow was still running toward the truck.

Of course, I couldn't pass up the opportunity for some excitement. I told Carey I'd be back and I ran off down the short trail toward the road in pursuit of the man in yellow and the truck. The man in yellow made it to the truck not more than 10 seconds before I did and as I continued running, I watched as he opened the truck door, grabbed the guy inside, yanked him out of the truck and threw him on the ground. That's about the time I arrived, just behind a second gentleman.

The idiot from the truck was struggling, trying to get away, but there was no way he was getting away from me and the man in yellow after we pounced on him (the other guy had stood off to the side). It didn't take long to realize that the idiot was either drunk, under the influence of drugs, or both.

A few moments later, a detective from Phoenix's finest arrived. He happened to be at the park exercising. A crowd began to gather and Glendale's finest were summoned. Prior to their arrival, the idiot entertained us with comments such as "those drugs really knocked me down" and "why are all these people here" and "we don't need to get the police involved. You can take my truck and I'll just walk home" and "I have more lawyers in my family than there are police officers in the whole city" and (looking at the man in yellow) "you don't have any hair." (The man in yellow was as bald as bald can get). I admit that I laughed out loud at a couple of those.

Glendale's finest arrived, we all gave our statements, and Carey and I continued on our hike around the hill. By the time we finished our hike, the tow truck had just hoisted the idiot's truck onto the flatbed and was getting ready to leave. Oh, the idiot had high-centered the front of his truck on a HUGE boulder lining the roadway. I'm not exagerating when I say that there was a good eight inches of air between the ground and the bottom of the front tires. That guy was going nowhere real fast! Completely messed up the underside of his truck, but he seemed to be more concerned with the fact that the little door to the gas cap was dented inward.

I'm grateful for a Church that teaches that our bodies are temples, that teaches the importance of staying away from substances that can harm us physically, emotionally and spiriturally. I'm grateful for agency and the freedom to make those choices. Too bad others cannot learn the simple truth that our freedom, our ability to choose, increases when we make correct choices. Conversely, when we make incorrect decisions, we loose that freedom. Sometimes in dramatic fashion.

A wedding

2008-11-30T22:01:00.002-07:00

My youngest brother, Russell, got married yesterday. What a great occasion. It was a privilege to be in the temple with him, his lovely bride, Jennifer; my own wife; my other brothers and their wives; my parents; Jen's parents, siblings and spouses; other family members; and some dear friends. The ceremony provided opportunity to be reminded of things that are most important, namely the relationships that we have with family. That is the one great cornerstone to our Heavenly Father's plan. It is the reason we exist. It is the reason for the gospel - to bring families together in eternal units. Russell and Jen are the latest in that unit and I'm grateful to have been in attendance.

Likewise, I'm glad they had such a great reception last night. It was a reunion in many ways. A family reunion, a ward reunion, and a reunion with friends. The night was about Russ and Jen, but some of the rest of us benefited greatly, too.

Hmmmm. As I ponder the subject, I hope that death is somewhat like a wedding reception, with the newly deceased standing in the center of the room, maybe with a couple of previously deceased relatives by his side, and many, many other family and friends filing through in a line to greet him and congratulate him on his achievement. Heck, I hope that there are also chicken salad sandwiches, meatballs, and an Italian ice/syrup bar, catered by Belnap & Company. Now that would be a sweet homecoming.

Taming the wild beast

2008-11-18T12:44:00.004-07:00

Last month, I shared a few thoughts about a recent trip to Jackson, Wyoming. Here is a photo from a trip to the same area a few years ago. I'm not sure what came over me. Clearly I was a little younger and a little more invincible. At the time this photo was taken, I don't think I had yet seen the signs warning tourists to keep away from the wildlife.

This guy didn't seem to be too concerned. Oh, and they're not as soft as they look from a distance.

Anticipating June

2008-11-14T16:52:00.004-07:00

Our next Havasupai trip is scheduled for June 2009. In honor of our last trip in June 2008, I've put together a little Photo Story compilation. If you like Boston, turn up the volume. Enjoy.

Another four years...

2008-11-08T21:34:00.002-07:00

Like most people, I voted this past Tuesday. Actually, I voted several days before that because I voted by mail. Much easier and it avoids the lines.

After arriving home that evening, I spent a few minutes watching the news reports. In addition to the presidential race, I was interested in the marriage propositions in California, Arizona and Florida. I say I spent a few minutes because, frankly, I can't take much more than that.

As I sat watching one particular news program, the "talking head" was looking at a large screen that had the data from one particular state. As they typically do, the "head" was attempting to project the winner for this state based upon the information then available. After several attempts to try and decide who the winner might be in the state, he finally stated that it was "still too early to call." I found that statement particularly idiotic, since the bottom of the large screen he was looking at, underneath the outline of the state, clearly said "0% of precincts reporting."

I yelled at the TV. "You think? You think it might be just a little too early with only 0% of the precincts reporting?" Idiots.

Carey is always more perceptive than I am. She commented that she didn't understand why I was watching the reports since they were just making me mad. I turned the TV off.

I did, however, turn it back on from time to time to check the progress of things. Unfortunately, not everything went the way I thought it should, but I guess I'm not surprised by that. I was happy to see that all three marriage propositions passed. Not that I believe the 'war' is now over. A battle has been won, but the war, unfortunately, will go on.

I worry for our country. More particularly, I worry for my children and for their children. I still believe we live in the greatest country and their remains much that is good. I will watch with interest how our new president conducts business. He has his work cut out for him. I hope he doesn't go it alone.

A visit to Jackson

2008-10-27T21:46:00.004-07:00

I have opportunity to travel around the country as a part of my work. I've seen many places that I probably would otherwise never get to see. One of the perks of state-service, at least for me. When I travel, I usually don't have time to see much more than what I can take in during the evenings. Every now and then, I'll have a free afternoon to venture more than a few blocks from the hotel. In either case, I'm grateful for the experience and opportunities to see places that most folks only hear or read about.

Such is the case with Jackson Hole, Wyoming. I spent three days there in early October for a conference. This was the second time I've been to this beautiful spot for a meeting. Stayed at the Snow King resort on the edge of town. It's a small town, which is convenient for the traveler, especially if most of your free time happens to be evenings. It's convenient to hit the downtown area after meeting hours, walk along the boardwalks on either side of the main drag and pop in and out of the shops, looking for something unique.

I love this town and the area that surrounds it. Beautiful country. This trip, due to airline schedules, etc., I ended up with an afternoon free. What's more, I had a rental car, so I took a drive north toward Yellowstone National Park. I didn't go that far north, since there was much to see along the way and I wanted to be back to the hotel before dark.

I found a great little trail to hike about 25 miles north of Jackson. The trail leads to a large cliff face for rock climbers. There weren't any climbers out, so I hiked around the back side and up on top of the rock and out to the edge where it overlooks the valley with the Tetons in the background. It was a great spot for a photo, so I set up the camera, put it on the timer and took a shot of myself. I wanted a second one, without the ridiculous pose, so I sent the camera up again, hurried back to the edge to sit down and waited. Just before the second photo was taken, a gust of wind came up and blew the camera off it's perch. It fell about 4 feet to a small ledge, bounced once, then fell another 10-15 feet into some dirt and rocks. I was able to get a few more pictures out of it after that, but in the end the camera died.

I love looking at the Tetons. I love to anticipate the day when I'll take a full week off of work with my boys and spend the whole week hiking, camping and fishing in and around those mountains.

I was looking for some wildlife, but wasn't finding any. I took a detour off onto a side road and after a couple miles drive, found upwards of 200 to 300 buffalo. Beautiful sight. It almost seems like one could walk right up to one of these beasts, climb aboard and go for a ride.

If I had an extra million lying around...

Black River

2008-10-04T22:09:00.006-07:00

Our annual Black River trip took place a couple of weeks ago. Dallas and I were accompanied by two of my brothers, Michael and Russell, two of Michael's boys, Matt and Mason, my dad, a friend, Reuben, and two of his brothers.

The trip was great, as usual. We didn't have as much success in the fishing department as we've had in the past, but we caught enough to have fish for dinner one night. The other night, we cooked up a dutch oven full of potatoes, onions, carrots and hunks of steak.

Mind you, we went to a fair amount of trouble for this meal. We camp at the river's edge, down in the bottom of the canyon. In terms of wilderness, it doesn't get much more remote than this in Arizona. This is "backpack all your stuff in" country, so getting the dutch oven, potatoes, steaks, etc. in means the addition of a lot of extra weight to already heavy packs. But, it's worth it, as you can see from the photos.

The area down in the canyon is beautiful. Very green. Very quite. We rarely see anyone else in the canyon as was the case this trip, so we had the whole thing to ourselves.

Wild turkeys are plentiful, antelope, bighorn sheep, elk, deer... if only we could shoot one and have it for dinner! Now that would be some good eatin'!

Looking forward to 2009!

A brother-in-law's cling to hope.

2008-09-26T22:43:00.006-07:00

My brother in law, who shall remain unnamed, but whose initials are K.E.N.T. H.U.R.S.T., frequently (as frequently as he can living 600 miles from Phoenix) attempts to poke fun at the fact that I have lost practically all of the hair on the top of my head.

Now, those of you who know me well, know that I would only be too pleased to loose what few remaining threads of hair I have left. When it comes to hair care, quite simply, I am lazy. If it is long enough that it needs to be combed, then it is time to get it cut. "Wash and wear." That's my motto. So, if what remains were to all fall out during the night, well, after cleaning up the mess on my pillow, I'd be a happy camper.

A couple of weeks ago, as we spent time together enjoying my in-law's 50th wedding anniversary celebration, the futile taunts began again. We were breaking lunchtime bread together in the Lion House, one of Brigham Young's former homes in Salt Lake City, now a restaurant. The food was excellent by the way. If you ever go, be sure to get yourself some of them rolls and slather on a bunch of the honey butter. Matter of fact, just shove a roll into your pocket for an afternoon snack and spoon all the butter into your mouth before someone else gets it. Now that's good eatin'.

Anyway, we're enjoying this lunch together and I am taking a couple of photos from different locations in the room. You know, for posterity and all. As I head back to my seat, I snap this photo of the top of Kent's head. Notice the reflection on top from the light. Notice as well the classic "male pattern" loss of hair from the entire top of his head.

Tonight, I had my wife take a photo of the top of my head. Never mind the stylish pajama bottoms; you know you like them. Focus your attention on the near-perfect shape of the top of my head. Since I don't often see myself from this angle, I wasn't aware that it is as perfect as it is. Amazing. Notice the reflection from the light.

Now, take a look again at my brother-in-law's head and imagine that the few stragglers that he chooses to grow long are removed. Seriously, is there any difference? I think not. I've tried to tell him this for many years now, but he refuses to believe me and continues to cling to this mistaken belief that he is not as bald as I am. Remove the comb-overs and, well, the proof is in the photos.

KENT: LET IT GO! It's ok! When we are restored to our perfect frames, you and I will have something more to look forward to than those who've lost nothing.

Bald is the best.

A new sister-in-law

2008-09-02T22:29:00.003-07:00

Let me start by saying that I love my sisters-in-law. They've been great for my brothers, and for my brothers-in-law. Having said that, I'm very excited about the addition of another one. Yes, Russ is finally getting married! A tender mercy on all of us if there ever was one! An answer to many prayers. A wonderful moment in the history of the Perkins family.

What of the bride to be, Jennifer Eagar? I think I can safely speak for the entire family when I say that we are quite thrilled that Russ has followed the example set by his brothers and is "marrying up." Jen is wonderful. Need I say more? Her grace, beauty, spirituality, intellect and other fine traits will more than compensate for the veritable plethora of areas in which Russ falls short.

Russ, you know I love you, too, but this is about Jen.

Jen, we love you already and we welcome you to the family.

My kids

2008-07-31T15:10:00.002-07:00

I'm really proud of my kids. Yes, they can be challenging at times, but I suppose that is fair, since I'm sure that as a father, I can be challenging to them at times.

Sometimes I wonder where time has gone. Dallas, Dylan and Kamryn will be turning 18, 15, and 8 respectively this November, Kelsey will be 12 not long after that. Hard to believe.

They each have their own talents and each make me smile and make me proud for many reasons.

Here is one of many. http://youtube.com/watch?v=JAuQUYXxgjc

Beegees - It doesn't get any better than that!

2008-07-22T17:12:00.002-07:00

OK, I've added a 'Playlist' feature at the bottom of this blog, and added some of my favorite songs. I know, some of them date me. What can I say. Brigham, the first two on the list are for you. You know you like them.

2008-07-07T23:29:00.002-07:00

Here is a short video clip of me at the rope swing downstream from Mooney Falls in Havasupai. It's a great cooling off spot if you are hiking to or from Beaver Falls. You'll notice that I have a pretty sweet move for a middle-aged, bald guy. Good times.

A Tribute

2008-07-06T21:23:00.004-07:00

Although many have already been posted, I feel compelled to add this short tribute to little Daxton Douglas Kunz, who returned to his Heavenly Father on Monday, June 9, 2008. God speed, little guy. May your short time in this life continue to uplift and inspire.

2008-06-29T18:56:00.002-07:00

Debating counsel from leaders. I wonder sometimes if there are those that spend too much time picking apart the words of the Church leaders. I wonder what value there is in looking for the meanings behind the meanings. I wonder if there isn’t at least a slight bit of danger trying to “read between the lines.” I wonder if in such situations, folks aren’t just trying to justify their own, contrary positions. Not totally unrelated, I wonder if some folks rely too much on the positions of their peers, simply because they (the peers) are outspoken, well-spoken, or both. Sometimes I think people confuse education with authority. The ability to clearly express oneself doesn’t make one an authority on a subject, nor for that matter even a reliable source on a subject.

Love, tolerance and acceptance: I think that too often as a society we interpret the commandment to love one another as a commandment to be tolerant or accepting of one another or, more precisely, with a commandment to be tolerant and accepting of otherwise unacceptable behavior. I say ENOUGH ALREADY! It’s long past time for people to take a stand against unacceptable behavior. One only need look back over recent history to realize that the more society tolerates unacceptable behavior the more acceptable that behavior becomes and consequently, the more base we become as a society.

Expressed another way, think of a scale from 1 to 10, with one being the most crime-free society or the most utopian society and 10 being the worst. Let each of the numbers in between represent whatever behaviors you wish them to represent, so long as the behavior associated with each number becomes increasingly worse as the number increases. One doesn’t have to think about it very long to realize that as our utopian society becomes more tolerant and more accepting of behavior number 2, behavior number 3 starts looking better or at the very least “less bad.” Such continues to be the case as we move up the scale.

I say again, a command to love another is not, in my humble opinion, a command to tolerate another’s unacceptable behavior.

Discrimination. I’m about to the point that if I hear someone else claim they’ve been discriminated against because society won’t accept their behavior as “normal”, I may give them a discrimination 2 x 4 upside the head. The whole argument is so nearly absurd as to be unworthy of discussion. I’m not talking about legitimate claims of discrimination because of race, religion, sex (male vs female) or age. I’m talking about those who feel they are “entitled” to some societal benefit despite the fact that they haven’t complied with the requirements for obtaining that benefit. Rather than conforming to what is acceptable, they wish the rest of us to accept their alternative positions and bestow upon them their “rights.” What a load of crap.

A new post

2008-06-13T15:39:00.003-07:00

More than one person has commented to me lately about the lack of recent posts to my blog. I'm never sure how to respond to those comments, except to say that I can't understand where people find so much time to spend blogging. (I'm not even sure if that's the right word.) I mean seriously, where in the world do folks find the time to write page after page after page in some of these posts? It baffles me and makes me think that somewhere along the way, I must have missed some time-management exercise. Either that or I just have too many other things to do to worry about my blog.

Carey and I made a recent trip to Havasupai with many friends, some of whom we have known for a long time, others, not so long. I'm still trying to search for the right adjectives to describe how I felt about the trip. Those of you who were with us (and those who've heard details of the experience) will understand what I mean. Will I go again? You bet. It's hard to pass up an opportunity to strengthen bonds with friends and I can't think of a better place to do that.

As a short summary of my feelings regarding the trip, let me just say, Alisa & Jason, I admire you both. Doug and Brittany, you are MY heroes. May God bless, sustain and comfort both of you.

Salamanca

2008-03-25T21:58:00.010-07:00

When I served my mission in Spain, I spent the most time in one city, Salamanca. I served my first four months and my final seven months in that great city. I think I came to know Salamanca and it's people better than most missionaries came to know any one particular city, simply due to the amount of time I was there.

To say that I loved and still love Salamanca is an understatement. For me, that city represents everything that I love about Spain: the people, the history, the language, the food.... there isn't anything that I don't like. I have wonderful memories of certain parts of the city: the Plaza Mayor, the old and new cathedrals, the university, the Casa de Conchas, the Puente Romano (Roman bridge), the apartment building we lived in, the parks and streets we walked daily and where we made contact with so many interesting people.

This is a picture of me sitting on one of the support structures for the Puente Romano. I think it was taken during my second time in Salamanca, so it would have been somewhere in the second half of 1986. I think from the picture you can begin to get some idea of the greatness of the city, with the old and new cathedrals in the background. (You can also see I was quite a bit younger then.) Que guapo! One of the things I wanted to do on my return visit to Salamanca was to get a photo from the same perspective. You can see that a little further down in this post.

We arrived in Salamanca on Sunday afternoon. After checking into the hotel, one of the first things we did was to drive to my old apartment building. I'm sure it wasn't very exciting for Carey, Russell or Janelle, but they were good enough to indulge me this trip down memory lane.

La Calle Federico Anaya, 88, 8-A. That was the street address we were looking for. Didn't take too long to find it. At first it didn't seem all that familiar, but after I imagined the trees a little smaller, the familiarity began to show through. We parked a hundred yards or so down the street and as we were walking toward the building, I wondered if any of the people we were passing were folks that I made contact with years ago.

The front door to the building was slightly open, so the four of us went in. We all crammed into the elevator. Elevators in Spain are notoriously small; we wouldn't have been able to fit a fifth person in with us. We rode to the eighth floor and got off. I felt at home, but I think Carey, Russ and Janelle were a little uncomfortable standing there, uninvited, on the landing common to four different apartments. I had Russ take a picture of me standing in front of apartment "A", which is where I lived so long ago. I don't remember the door being a nice as it is now.

Since the others were a little nervous, we hopped back on the elevator and rode it down and went back out onto the sidewalk. For some reason, I decided to ring the buzzer on the panel at the front door to the building, just to see if anyone in the old apartment would answer. A nice-sounding Spanish lady answered. I asked her if she would open the door for me and let me in. She asked who I was, and I told her that I was a missionary for the Mormon Church. She hesitated a bit and said she wasn't sure if she should (open the door for me). Almost apologetically, she asked if I understood. I assured her that I did and it was ok. Russ, who by this time had put a little distance between himself and me, was a little embarrassed, but oh well, I had fun speaking Spanish and remembering the good old days. No harm done.

We got ourselves back in the car and went back toward the center of the city and found a place to park for awhile. That evening, we spent some time in the Plaza Mayor, (great, or main, plaza). This, too, brought back a lot of memories for me. I can't begin to count the number of times that I passed through the plaza during my time in Salamanca. It almost seemed surreal to be there again.

Over the next 24 hours, we took in many of the sites. We spent some time touring the cathedral. They've opened up some new sections for tours since my time there. The cathedrals and other old buildings have always impressed me. It's amazing to see the kind of works that could be created so many centuries ago, before computers and modern machinery. The photo to the left is one of Carey and I on top of the old (or maybe the new) cathedral. Quite impressive.

Here is the picture of me sitting on one of the supports for the Roman bridge, with the cathedrals in the background. You can see that much has changed over the years, not the least of which is the fact that I've clearly gotten older. I don't feel older, but good grief....

Salamanca. If you ever go to Spain, it's a must-see city.

Espana - A return to the mother land.

2008-03-18T16:18:00.003-07:00

Some of you may know that this past Sunday night, I returned from an incredible trip to Spain, which I made with my wife, my youngest brother, Russell, and our dear friend, Janelle. The trip was, in a word, awesome. For me it represented a dream over 21 years in the making. To be able to finally return to the land of my mission (and Russell, to his) after all this time.... well, frankly, in some ways it seems like it was a dream. I can't believe we actually went. I've thought about it for years and, since Russ returned, talked about it for almost as many.

Thanks to Russ' persuasion and to the willingness of family and friends to step in and help with kids and many other little things that would have provided a million reasons not to go, we took the plunge and made the trip. As I said already, it was awesome. I regret nothing about it. Yes, there were things that could have gone a little more smoothly and, if the dollar were a little stronger, a bit less costly, but I regret nothing.

Time permitting, and as a long-passed work associate used to say "God willing and the creek don't rise", I hope to post some of our experiences in written form. Until then, I leave you with one of the many moments of lightheartedness we enjoyed. While in Barcelona, we explored the Park Guell. The park was commissioned by Eusebi Guell, who wanted a prime location for the high class of the city to enjoy. Guell commissioned Antoni Gaudi to create the park. Guadi usually did not have the means (money or materials) to create the works he envisioned. It happened that Guell had both the land and the money, so the two were a perfect match.

I think we explored practically the whole 50 acre park. There were a lot of beautiful and interesting creations to look at and explore. Imagine our suprise, however, when we actually came upon Gaudi, resting from his labors. We were careful not to disturb him, although Janelle insisted on getting a photo with him. This is the best we could do, since he was asleep and all.

Road rage

2008-02-20T08:14:00.005-07:00

Last Friday night, I had an experience that, as I told my good wife, represented two more reasons why I need a weapon.

Reason number one: I got onto I-17 northbound at Thomas Rd. at about 10:30. A little more than one mile north, just prior to the Camelback exit, the left side window behind me (back seat window) exploded inward. Glass everywhere. The 'explosion' was pretty dang loud; scared the heck out of me. I seriously thought that I was under attack and that someone had taken a shot at me. I reached for a weapon to return fire, but..... imagine my disappointment at not finding one.

Thankfully, I was able to maintain composure and quickly dialed 911 and pulled off at the Bethany Home exit and parked my now wounded vehicle in a vacant lot and awaited the police. Two of Phoenix's finest soon arrived. Nice guys. They took a look around the vehicle and came to the conclusion that it was more likely a rock that someone had thrown at me that caused the damage, since no bullet or remnants were found in the vehicle. I think I'll just stick with the "someone shot at me" version. It sounds better. In any case, I'm glad it didn't happen one window forward. It would have been a shame to have had my handsome face messed up by the glass.

I made it home without any further incident, although the ride was a bit noisy and windy. Unfortunately, it didn't occur to me to put plastic or anything over the gaping shotgun-blast hole in my window. As a result, my car had a visitor in the night. A cat decided to explore the interior and leave its mark. My car doesn't smell very good. Now you know reason number two.

The support of good friends

2008-02-17T20:55:00.003-07:00

Many years ago (boy, that makes me sound way too old), my father taught me a lesson that I will never forget. I don't remember the circumstances that gave rise to the occasion, nor do I even remember the exact words that he used, but he taught me the importance of having friends, particularly good friends. At the time, I didn't appreciate the lesson that he was trying to teach me. Over the years, however, I think I've come to that understanding.

The last few years in particular have brought me many experiences that have helped to teach me the importance of good friends. Some of those experiences have involved a lot of laughter, fun and great times together. Other experiences have involved sorrow and pain, such as the very recent passing of the son and grandson of some very dear friends. Despite the changing circumstances, however, the one constant that seems to stand above the rest is the love and support of good friends.

I am sometimes left emotionally overwhelmed by the outpouring of love and concern toward those who are grieving. If it is overwhelming to me, I know that it must provide some measure of strength and comfort for those whose grief seems almost insurmountable.

I am likewise amazed at the capacity of those who find themselves in terrible circumstances to pick themselves up and continue forward. Of course, the ability to do that is often the result of having good friends and family nearby, and it is always the result of having a solid spiritual foundation and knowledge of our Heavenly Father's plan for his children. That knowledge, that foundation and those friends, while they may not diminish our grief, certainly increase our capacity to bear the trials that are placed before us.

I have been so incredibly blessed to be surrounded by so many people that are good, solid folks. And I've been overwhelmingly blessed with incredible family and friends.

2008-02-14T08:07:00.002-07:00

1/31/08 - Glendale, AZ - Performing before a packed, standing-room only crowd at Ironwood High School's auditorium on Thursday night, members of the school student body participated in an invitation only talent show. In all, 12 different talents were presented to the sold-out crowd. The Sahuaro Ranch Ward was well represented by Nick Quintana and Dallas Perkins. Although an official "place" was not received, an honorable mention is worthwhile for Nick and his band, aptly named "Dick Cheney and the Misfires", who worked their magic in the first half of the performance, playing and singing a tune that until that moment, was previously unheard of by this writer. The guitar and drum work was sweet. This was not your father's rock band and as I sat enjoying the moment, I thought of the saying "If the music's too loud, you're too old." I, for one, am still not too old.

Placing 2nd in the overall competition, Dallas tickled the ivory with lightning fingers, playing a stiring rendition of Jon Schmidt's "All Of Me." Kudos to the setup crew, who this year had the foresight to do something with the grand piano (open it up?) so as to allow the audience to actually hear the music. However, thumbs down to the same crew, who had the piano situated in such a manner so as to obscure the keys from view of most in attendance. Those unable to see Dallas work the ivory missed out on part of the performance. During an after-concert interview with his friend and home teaching companion, Jarret Sharp, Dallas was overheard to say, "I do it for the audience." Humbly said, Dallas. Humbly said.

Those interested in seeing, or better yet, hearing, a video clip of the first part of Dallas' performance, the following link should take you to it. Turn up the volume.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gEY2Z9hUvKE

Elk Hunt, 2007

2007-11-05T21:23:00.000-07:00

Dallas and I went elk hunting this October. What a blast! I have been looking forward to this trip for a long time. I usually hunt each year, but this is only the second time that Dallas has put in for a tag and hunted. The first experience, he didn't get his elk (I did). I was hoping for a better experience for him this time around.

My brother Eric and his boy, Braydon, went along as well. I always enjoy hunting with Eric, which is one reason I was looking forward to this trip. The main reason, however, was simply to be out with Dallas.

The trip was a great success. About 4:30 pm on opening day, I had mine down. She was small, but I was happy to get one. I called Eric, Dallas and Braydon on the radio. They were about a mile north of me. After they made it to my spot, we gutted her and drug her out. It was probably 7:30 or so before we made it back to home for the night. A successful day!

The next day (Saturday) was even better. We made it back out to roughly the same spot by about 6:00 in the morning. We spent not more than an hour walking through the trees, sitting and watching when Eric spotted some coming down the hill behind us. Dallas got the gun ready, took aim, held his breath and squeezed off a nice shot. Got one right under the neck and she dropped like a sack 'o bricks! It was an amazing shot. Probably not more than about 40 yards, about the same as my shot the night before, but it was well placed. I've never been brave enough to go for a shot like that; I always aim for the large gut/back area.

Anyway, he had his first thing in the morning. Wasn't too much bigger than the one I got, but it was exciting. I'm not sure who was more excited, Dallas or me! We gutted her and got her back to home by about 8:00 or so, skinned her and hung her up next to mine.

By the end of the day, we had both of them butchered and "on ice" as it were. I'm anxious to grill some elk. Should be good eatin'!

What a great trip with my son!