Been looking on tumblr.com for Shnannon, mom said she was there now and not on blogger.com. story time for shannon on blogger is only showing me posts that are over a year old. something is not right with that. i tried to open my own tumblr account. i did it but i really don't know what to do with it. so I guess I'll just go run on the treadmill for a while.
After a long day at work, finishing
inspection reports late and then an excellent meal that Vicki prepared, I spent
the rest of the evening packing for Colorado.
Thursday, September 15, 2011
Left the house about 4:00 am. Drove
all day to Durango, CO where I bought my elk tag at wall mart, along with a few
supplies from a list I made on the road. As I drove and was thinking about
hunting and camping, it would occur to me that I needed this or that and I
would jot it down.
I arrived in camp about 5:45
Colorado time and began immediately setting up camp. I camped in Ironton Park,
in the Saratoga site, the same site Jeff and I camped in last year. I was
almost done when I heard a bull elk bugle. It sounded like he was less than 100
yards to the north of me, just across the creek. A few minutes later he bugles
a short scream again. I picked up my bugle call and let loose a soft, high
pitched scream and he immediately screamed back a long, aggressive bugle,
followed by several growling chuckles. My heart started racing, and I made a
cow call and he came right back with a short, scream, like saying, "get
over here babe".
I was dressed in shorts and a
t-shirt, but I pulled on a camo hoody and picked up my bow, strapped on my
release and headed for the creek. By the time I got to where the bugling was
coming from, he was gone. I made a couple of cow calls, but never heard back
from the bull. But I had a renewed excitement for this trip. The next afternoon
I was talking to a guy from Ohio and I told him my story and he said that about
that time, a bull and his cows crossed the highway just north of the
campground, stopping traffic on 550 for several minutes.
I got into my sleeping bag about
9:00 pm and even though I was sleeping on the ground, I slept pretty good after
a super long day.
Friday, September 16, 2011
I had set my alarm for 5:30 and woke
to a pretty nice morning, about 44 degrees and calm. I at some yogurt and a
GoLean granola bar and dressed for hiking. The sky was clear, but I packed my
rain gear anyway, which turned out to be an excellent idea. I drove up to the
first abandoned mine and parked the truck, grabbed my backpack, strapped on my
release, picked up my bow and started walking uphill. The road is very steep,
and it was just starting to get light. I hiked up to the south upper meadow
with full intent of going to the north end of the north upper meadow, but it
was 10:30, I'd heard only one faint, far away bugle earlier, but not seen any
elk. I stopped to rest, ate some elk sticks and a Cliff bar while the rain
subsided for a few minutes. I sat there, watching the meadow for about an hour,
and it continued to rain off and on the whole time. I was very fatigued from
the steep ascent, and it was now 11:30, so I decided to walk back down.
Once back in camp, I ate my tuna and
spinach wrap Vicki made for me and took a nap in the truck. When I awoke, it
was still raining and very cold. I tried to call home with OnStar, but they
said I didn't have enough minutes. Couldn't connect with OnStar to get more
minutes, so I drove out to the highway to glass the meadows up top. That is
where I met the guy from Ohio, who also told me that the elk I'd heard that
morning came from the west side of the highway with tree branches stuck in his
antlers and ran across the highway south of tailings pond and into the forest,
screaming ever so often.
I got back into camp about 4:00 pm
and gathered my stuff for an evening hunt. It had stopped raining and the sun
popped out for a bit to warm me up. I walked from camp, across the creek to the
north and up the bank where the bull and his cows had come through the evening
before. I sat on a rock in good cover and waited till dark, but they did not
use the same route that night.
Back in camp, I boiled some water
for a meal of chicken curie and rice, drove down toward Ouray, and called my
wife. After dinner, I crawled into my sleeping bag for a rough night on the
ground. It rained all night long. I got up at least six times to step outside
and it was getting colder.
Saturday, September 17, 2011
When my alarm went off at 5:30, it
was still raining so I decided to stay in the sack, rather than dress in the
rain and go mountain climbing. I finally got out of the sleeping bag about 7:30
and it was still raining. I ate cold chicken and risotto for breakfast and then
climbed into the truck to get warm. It was 38 degrees. I watched X-MEN First
Class. By noon it had warmed up to 39 degrees and the rain had turned to a mix
of snow and rain. As I am writing this, the snowflakes are big and fall hard
onto the truck. Kind of like snow, rain, hail. I think I'll climb into the back
seat and take a little nap. Crazy, but I'm truly thinking of packing it all up
and heading back home!
Well, the sun came out and the
mountain tops were white with snow. In camp, everything was wet and white with
a "dusting" of heavy wet snow. I drove up to the pond (Jeff will know
where that is) to look around. The ground at that elevation (just under 12,000
feet) was covered with 4 to 6 inches of snow and it was about 34 degrees up
there. There were a couple of deer grazing above the pond and I sat and watched
the does. 2 fawns appeared and then their mother and another doe. They
meandered up and over a little ridge. In the mean time, I walked a bit, sat a
bit, took a few pictures and blew on my elk bugle call a couple of times. After
a bit, all of the deer came running back into the valley of the pond and stood
alert with ears and eyes turned from whence they'd come. My thinking was that
my elk calling had interested a bull and he was on his way to our sanctuary. I
hustled to a stand of brush, bow in hand and ready to cow call him over for a
shot. One hour later, nothing. The deer had returned to grazing and only occasionally
glancing back over the ridge. Eventually, they even returned to the high point
and lost their urgency to flight. The sun began to creep toward the western
horizon, so I climbed back into the truck and made my way back down the
That evening I feasted on
freeze-dried lasagna. It was amazingly good and I ate the whole bag, while I
watched a Dirty Harry movie in the truck. I decided that the back seat of the
truck was much more comfortable, so I grabbed my pillow from the tent and
pulled a blanket over me in the back seat for the night, rather than sleep on
the ground in the tent. It was warmer in the truck, and I turned the truck on
with the heater on low for short periods of time during the night. But my knees
began to ache because you cannot stretch out and I tossed and turned most of
the night. The sky cleared though and the stars and the moon lit up the woods
as the temperature dropped into the 20's that night.
Sunday, September 18, 2011
Finally, it was morning, and I was
so sleepy from the rough night that I didn't really want to get up and go
hunting ... but I did. I went back to the road I started on Friday morning and
started walking. The only problem was that my stomach was torn up, rolling and
aching. I didn't get far before I had to stop for relief. In fact, my walking was
interrupted 4 times that morning. Freeze dried meals may be convenient, because
of the light weight, and they may be delicious, but they run through you like
... well ... after a couple of hours I decided to head back to camp. I'd planned
on hunting all day Sunday, sleeping in the woods that night and heading back
home on Monday morning, but after thinking on that a bit, I decided that I'd
rather sleep in a bed that night. By noon I had everything loaded in the truck
and was on the highway, headed north.
The drive home was pretty un-eventful.
Apart from having to stop quite often during the first leg of the trip. I made
it to Raton, NM where I got a pizza from Pizza Hut and an excellent night's
sleep at the Holiday Inn. In bed by 10:00, I slept nearly 10 hours! Got a cup
of coffee and headed home. The only elk I saw on this trip was on the way home,
500 yards off the highway in southeastern Colorado. They had buffalo too.
Still, that was kind of cool, but it would have been so much nicer if the elk
had walked into my hunting area while I was sitting, waiting and watching. Oh,
well, I'll never tier of seeing the mountains, breathing the thin mountain air
and seeing those star-lit skies. The rock formations, waterfalls, snow on the
peaks ... it is all so amazing.
I thank the Lord for allowing me to enjoy that part of His
creation one more time.
I have been going to Fit Together for the past, I don't know, 6 years? When I first started, I was over 255 lb. and always feeling wore out, achy, sluggish ... I lost about 50lbs. in 8 months or so, was doing my cardio regularly, got up to running for an hour on the treadmill. When I started I was walking for about 20 minutes at a time. I actually won the cardio challenge and won a new pair of tennis shoes. I bought all new clothes, even some new hunting clothes, and went to the mountains elk hunting. That was my goal, to get in shape for the "elk hunt of a lifetime". So, after the elk hunt, I let the diet slide, stopped the cardio, but still did my 5:15am work outs every MWF. Gained a little weight back, but called it "lean mass". I built back up to 3 to 5 miles 3 or 4 times a week on the treadmill and ran in a 5k that spring, 30:52. I was 50 years old. The cardio thing is what really gets hard to keep up. The next February, at 51, I ran another 5K with Ange, and finished in 36:21. Lost a little endurance I guess. Last year, I tried to get in shape for a half marathon. In August I ran a quarter marathon in like an hour and 6 minutes. I was at 235lbs, still not where I wanted to be, but my foot started hurting all the time. Plantar Fasciitis I guess. Really, I had to stop running. I still went elk hunting with Jeff and when we got back from the mountain hiking trip, I was down to 225 and feeling pretty good. Late fall is the hardest time to stick with the program. Since then, I have slowly crept back up into the 240's and have been as heavy as 250. I've been riding my bike since the late spring, up to 20+ miles, no problem. But running still seems to be a problem for me. I've tried swimming laps in the pool, but have a hard time staying consistent with that work out. Tyler asked me if I wanted to do a triathlon with him on Oct 2, and I've been trying to get into condition to do the 500 meter swim, 21 mile bike ride and 5 mile run but I'm not sure that I'm going to be ready.
My trainer at the gym has had me doing cross fit workouts, lots of core and cardio stuff. One day, at the end of my circuit he put the weighted vest on me an I got on the treadmill. He set the incline at 15 and I started walking at a 3.2 ... 3.5 ... 4.0 (jog) ... and then 4.5 and then up to 5.0. Running up hill with a weighted vest on for 2 minutes had me sucking air so hard, I sounded like I was an asthmatic. I tried to grip the handles and get a heart rate reading, but I was sweating so profusely that it wouldn't register. When It finally did, my heart rate had slowed a bit, down to 161 bpm. 55 year old hearts aren't supposed to beat much faster than that.
I had my blood work done the other day and my cholesterol is too high (220) and my triglycerides are above normal, which means I have too much fat in my blood. Everything else was OK, blood sugar, Billy Reuben (I know that's spelled wrong, but that's what it sounds like) was OK, liver functioning OK. But how do you get the fat out of your blood? and how do you get your cholesterol down? Diet and exercise.
So, you might say, it sounds like your exercise is going OK, but you still need to do cardio 3 or 4 times per week, 20 to 30 minutes of jogging or fast walking ... OK, but 1 hour of bike riding 3 times a week is what I've been doing pretty regularly. So, what about the diet?
Well, it is hard to generalize the diet. I mean, we eat healthy. We seldom eat red meat. Mostly fish and chicken, and more fish than chicken. We eat salad almost every evening. Vegies are steamed or raw, maybe grilled, never (hardly ever) fried, and then stir-fried with very little oil. Only EVO or grape seed oil when we use oil. I have to admit, we have had ice cream as an evening desert snack several evenings this summer, and we got on a popcorn kick earlier this summer, but have recently cut both of those out ... for the most part.
This next week I am going to keep a food journal (again) as that seems to help in reminding me where I'm messing up as far as caloric intake.
I have found that after age 50, it is very hard to loose weight. I'd really like to be going to St. Louis next month to participate in the triathlon with Tyler, weighing in at under 200 pounds. To paraphrase the lyrics from an old Eagles song, 'we haven't seen that since 1969'. Well, anyway, it's been a long time. My thought is to starve it off, but everybody keeps telling me you have to keep the calories up to keep the metabolism up. If you starve your body, the metabolism shuts down and you gain weight just by thinking of food. So I say, what the heck, I need the calories, so I eat it or eat a little more, and then I get on the scales and you guessed it, the weight is the same or a pound more than last time.
I'll keep the journal and see how it goes in the next few weeks.
Graduate of Owasso Highschool, 1974
Graduate OSU, 1979
Deacon, Bethel Baptist Church, Owasso, OK
Maried to Vicki, 33 years (since 8/6/1977)
Father of Alyson, Angela, Amanda, Zachary, and Shannon
Grandfather to Riley, Hudson, Claire, Pierce, Kate, Alayna, Lola and Adelle