Sunday, July 11, 2010

Swinging, Fishing, and Coyote Lodge



After meeting the animals, Briggs really wanted to go fishing, so we hopped in the back of the truck and drove to the back of Grandpa Wayne's land to "Coyote Lodge" and the fishing hole or tank, as they say in Texas.


Coyote Lodge is a spot beneath a tree that is a perfect campsite, complete with picnic table, grill/smoker, fire pit, and shade. Grandpa Wayne says he loves to sleep out beneath the stars at this place and I can see why. It really is beautiful and so peaceful; the sky seems to go on forever.



We fished for a while, but since the fish weren't biting and it was as hot as blue blazes, we decided to head back to the house for lunch.
Afterward, the boys took turns swinging and feeding the horses.





We took a break from the heat to take a little nap and then went back for some more fishing.
This time the fish were biting (for some of us) and Briggs had a great time catching Perch and Bass!


Try as he might, Rod didn't catch anything, so he set out to shoot a turtle that was in the tank.

That night, we built a campfire and roasted hot dogs and marshmallows under the stars.









Well, that was after comparing "bullet launchers," of course. A tradition that makes this city girl a little uneasy, but she's working on it. After eating, talking, and climbing, we rode back to turn in for the night, trying to contain the excitement of doing it all over again tomorrow.




3 comments:

Kathy Posey said...

I love keeping up with y'all on the blog. Wouldn't it be nice to live a simple life like that every day? I'd make smores on a campfire every night if I could.

Margie said...

I love all the pictures and especially Max's western plaid shirt! Now that is a Texan. I bet it has pearl snaps.

J said...

LOVE the pictures. You take great ones! And what a wonderful and fun adventure!