Pec Surgery

September 30th, while bench pressing 185#, my right pec partially detached. I had been bench pressing over 200 lbs. earlier that day, when I dropped down in weight is when it blew. I couldn't figure out why that would happen, but Shelli said, that is exactly why that happened, it was just too much of an overload for me. The only silver lining was after 2 weeks, I found I was still able to pull my bow and arrow, but as you read in the other post, without much success.:(
Here I am getting ready to have my surgery. The nurses were nice, the surgery was an hour long, the recovery also lasted about an hour. One big benefit is that I have the "hottest" therapist in town, living with me. It should make recovery alot easier. I have to keep my arm in a sling for 2 weeks, that will make it difficult to do many things, including showering. I may just need Shelli to shower with me....I can hear my girls now, EEWWW, GROSS!!!!

2008 Deer hunting season

Well this was a very interesting and exciting hunting season for me. With the first time DNR has banned baiting in lower Michigan, I had to resort to actually "hunting" instead of drawing them in with bait. During the bow season using calls, and scents, I was able to call in four bucks to my tree. Each one got bigger, beginning with a 3 pt., then a 4 pt, a 6 pt, and finally an 8 pt. Without getting into all the details, unfortunate circumstances caused me to miss my shots (my bow sights being off, shooting around and hitting branches). Unfortunately I did hit a 3 pt during bow season but was unable to find the deer. The arrow was a complete pass through, but the blood trail stopped. Firearms season, opening day, I did shoot a doe. I saw 9 deeer, but no bucks. This was the most miserable opening day since I began hunting in 1980. It was cold, and rainy. Although my hunting suit kept me dry, my 2 pair of gloves got wet, and once my hands were wet and cold, there was just no recovery, I was freezzzzzing. Thats about it. Rachel, I spared you the picture of the doe!!:) What I will tell you is the night before firearm, I had the cutest little fawn buck come under my tree, within arrow range, and thought to myself "I just can't shoot him, he is just too cute". I let him go.