Russ and Tina Johnson Family: Weekend of Hunting and Snow

This weekend we had an enjoyable time out doors for the purpose of hunting non existent deer in unit 6B. In two days we saw only 1 doe and 1 fawn. I was the only one that saw them so if we take the number of people that were hunting (4) and the number of deer we seen in two days (2) that would be an average of 1/4 deer per person per day. Now to be honest there are not to many 1/4th deer running around out there.

On Friday we did have a little mishaps with the white truck. Sam was driving back to school. He had to take a test. Cade was came over and he, I and Sam's friend Josh Stuart planned to keep hunting, or probably a more appropriate event was one of site seeing with guns. Shortly after Sam headed back to school he called and told us something was dragging under the truck. I knew exactly what it was, since this would be the third time I have been told that something was dragging under the truck. The bracket that holds the shock to the frame of the truck tears out. When we got to Sam and looked under the truck, sure enough that is what happened. He was parked on this sand hill on Bill Gray road. We didn't have any tools and Sam had called Tina to come and get him so he could get to his test. We went to town and picked up some wrenches. We went back to the truck and Cade and I crawled under it to unbolt the hanging shock. You may remember that I told you Sam had parked on a sand hill, but what I didn't say was the wind was blowing 100 MPH, or there about. I kept telling Cade to keep his mouth closed because I could see his open mouth was preventing most of the sand particles from getting past his face and funneling in his mouth, but he insisted on smiling or maybe he was actually grimacing trying to get the bolt undone. At any rate it was creating a sort of red teeth grin that was starting to scare me. Also, with his mouth open it seemed to be creating a swirling motion between us and even though my face was not facing the wind, I couldn't keep it out of my mouth either. So we both were doing a pretty good job of chewing sand. It kind of reminded me of that gritty stuff the dentist use to polish your teeth, minus the mint flavor of course. We finally got the shock off and got back in Cade's truck. Finished polishing our teeth and went back to what I keep referring to as hunting.

Friday was pretty much a bust, but Saturday was a little better. Not in seeing deer, but going into the snow and did see about seven elk and one coyote. It did seem more like hunting weather though.

Here is a picture through the front window of Dave Stuart's dodge truck on one of the roads we were driving down. As you can see it was really pretty and of course no deer in the picture.

Here is a picture from the top of the switch backs looking down into Oak Creek Canyon

Here is a nice picture of Sam and I pretending to hunt deer.

After an unfruitful attempt to find deer in unit 6B Tina and I went over and stayed at Cades and Caryn's house. We went to church with them. Seen an old friend Bill Baily. Forgot to say that Sam had to shoot 500 baskets Saturday night because he missed basketball practice.

Sunday night Tina and I drove back to Hurricane. Hit a pretty good snow storm on the Kaibab. Here are some pictures.

Here is what it looked like when we stopped.