Fit As A Fiddle
Jake saw the doctor this week for a sports physical. Status: healthy as a fifteen year old horse! He’s ready. He handled everything really well, with few exceptions. He’s never been able to work an eye chart. I forgot about this until I saw the medical assistant try and get him to “read” the line. He couldn’t read the line, he said, because it didn’t make real words! Eventually she removed the letter chart and replaced it with a symbol chart. Smooth sailing from then on out. His big complaint came during the turn your head and cough portion of the test. He made me promise I wouldn’t explain more, but suffice it to say his reaction was hilarious – and ongoing. That’s all we heard about for a few hours!
I’m hoping to get Jake on film tomorrow talking about our upcoming celebration. Jake is at 386 subscribers for his Youtube channel, and he announced a couple dozen ago that we were going to have a big family celebration when he hits 400. According to his plan, we’re headed to the Scootic In for pizzas and sandwiches. I’ll let him tell you the details, he’s got it all planned out. Stay tuned.
Hunting With Gabe
I dug out the old .22/.410 over and under I grew up with from the attic. Gabe and I restored the shine it used to have, bought some ammo, and trudged into the pit to see if it still worked. The thing must weigh as much as he does, but it’s what I dragged through the woods for years growing up, and my uncle before me. He’s a crack shot! Unfortunately, we didn’t have any luck looking for birds on Saturday, and I suspect he thinks plinking cans is more fun than ACTUAL hunting, but hey – you’ve gotta start somewhere. It was pretty nice driving down dirt roads with an eager 11-year old in the seat next to me, gently caressing the shotgun shell in his hand. It brought me back to when my grandfather and I did the very same thing. Great memories.