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posted by Mike Minton on Jul 14

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posted by Mike Minton on Apr 27

Has to be a fake picture but imagine for a minute it wasnt…

posted by Mike Minton on Jan 23

Read the story here: http://www.denverpost.com/ci_11537740

Highway department officials used snow plows and dump trucks to removed the carcases from the highway.

posted by Mike Minton on Sep 15

Hunter vs. 400-pound pig: One gunshot was all I had

posted by Mike Minton on Mar 27

Hmm… Looks like Scott needed help retrieving the Yamaturd from the deep.

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Me, coaxing the 30 year old Honda over the hump! Gotta love Big Red. Dad swiped it from his good friend Curt for $200 and we have put dozens of hours on it since then. Although it has since sprung three separate leaks in the gas tank…

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Another fun moment with me and Big Red. Yes, the tongue was important to my forward momentum.

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Good times!

posted by Mike Minton on Mar 25

During the Summer of 2004, Dad decided that he needed another barn, a pole barn. Well not just any barn, but a big ass pole barn to store his prized collection of John Deere Tractors among other things. I think the dimensions are something like 36 by 48 feet but I’ll correct later when I confirm. Based on the timestamps on the pictures it looks like it was built in June of 2004 and roofed on July 3rd.

Here is what we started with – hard to imagine it was only a snake infested pond a couple of years before. On one afternoon, Dad and I shot more than a dozen snakes with the 12 gauge. Seems like a good reason to fill in the pond.

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First step is to put up the poles. Good thing Steve is a professional Civil Engineer as he holds the dumb end of the tape measure really well!

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Here is Dad trying to understand why everything is not measured in pie pieces, it would be so much simpler if the world was divided into 8 pie pieces.

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Here is a typical shot of Dad and Curt supervising.

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Even resident comedian and family fun guy, Geno, joins in the fun. It is so difficult to fathom how he is related to my father.

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At some point we managed to get all the poles up and some of the lateral framing. Here is Scott risking brain cancer without a hat.

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Looks like about July 2nd, we were able to start sheeting the roof.

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Here is Steve rolling out Tar Paper like a Professional Roofer.

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Dad is seriously a roofing expert and I know I would hire him to do mine provided he promised to bring Kurt along!

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I’ll have to end here tonight as I cannot find pictures of the remainder at the moment.

posted by Mike Minton on Mar 25

I don’t remember the occasion or why Steve was absent but I found some great pictures this evening of Scott, Dad, and I raging it like madmen in the mud during the spring of 2004.

It usually starts like this – Scott with a wrench trying to make a some decrepit machine work.

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Why is everyone rubbing their forehead?

Then we get warmed up by tearing up the fine work of the Alpena Country Road Commission.

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Scott on the Yamaturd followed by Dad on the Cadillac.

This is sometimes followed by a trip to a local gravel pit. After we sneak in around the gate, we have much fun. Even the old man.

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Don’t kid yourself, these are real hills and at least once I have seen dear old dad roll over in spectacular fashion but walk away.

After wearing out Dad at the pit we returned back to camp where for some reason Scott decides it would be fun to get wet and muddy. Silly kid.

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I decided to join the fun due to peer pressure.

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Well then it got worse. I blame Scott but it got really bad.

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Yes, that is me in there.

After getting a little muddy, Scott and I closed our eyes and let Dad try to beat us at pool! I am pretty sure he is licking his lips thinking of beating the blind kids.

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All in all it was a great time. I am wondering if I might be able to tear my brothers away from my ever multiplying nieces and nephews long enough for a quick Father’s day outing in 2008?

posted by Mike Minton on Mar 23

Great story about a guy that hacked together GPS collar for deer that reports its location to his blog via sms.

http://blog.wired.com/sterling/2008/03/hapless-deer-be.html

http://www.gearthblog.com/blog/archives/2008/03/deer_blogs_his_own_gps_position_in.html

Interesting to see the map. I would love to see what our deer do and how far they roam.

posted by Mike Minton on Mar 7

I heard this awesome story on the way to work this morning.  Erin and I were both laughing hysterically.   The story is in the form of a letter to the DJ, hence the “Dear Jesse”:

Jesse read this email on the air this morning (3/7/08) and we received so many requests that we posted it here.

Jesse,

“I had the idea that I was going to rope a deer, put it in a stall,
feed it up on corn for a couple of weeks, then kill it and eat it.

The first step in this adventure was getting a deer. I figured that,
since they congregate at my cattle feeder and do not seem to have
much fear of me when we are there (a bold one will sometimes come
right up and sniff at the bags of feed while I am in the back of the
truck not 4 feet away), it should not be difficult to rope one, get
up to it and toss a bag over its head (to calm it down) then hog tie
it and transport it home.

I filled the cattle feeder then hid down at the end with my rope. The
cattle, having seen the roping thing before, stayed well back. They
were not having any of it.

After about 20 minutes, my deer showed up — 3 of them. I picked
out a likely looking one, stepped out from the end of the feeder, and
threw my rope. The deer just stood there and stared at me.

I wrapped the rope around my waist and twisted the end so I would
have a good hold. The deer still just stood and stared at me, but you
could tell it was mildly concerned about the whole rope situation.

I took a step towards it…it took a step away. I put a little
tension on the rope and then received an education.

The first thing  that I learned is that, while a deer may just
stand there look at you funny while you rope it; they are spurred to
action when you start pulling on that rope. That deer EXPLODED.

The second thing  I learned is that pound for pound, a deer is a
LOT stronger than a cow or a colt. A cow or a colt in that weight
range I could fight down with a rope and with some dignity. A deer– no chance.

That thing ran, bucked, twisted, and pulled. There was no
controlling it and certainly no getting close to it. As it jerked me
off my feet and started dragging me across the ground, it occurred to
me that having a deer on a rope was not nearly as good an idea as I
had originally imagined.

The third thing  I learned, the only upside, is that they do not
have as much stamina as many other animals.

A brief 10 minutes later, it was tired and not nearly as quick to
jerk me off my feet and drag me when I managed to get up. It took me
a few minutes to realize this, since the blood flowing out of the big
gash in my head mostly blinded me. At that point, I had lost my taste
for corn-fed venison.
I just wanted to get that devil creature off the end of that rope.

I figured that if I just let it go with the rope hanging around its
neck, it would likely die slow and painfully somewhere.

At the time, there was no love at all between that deer and me. At
that moment, I hated the thing, and I would venture a guess that the
feeling was mutual.

Despite the gash in my head and the several large knots where I had
cleverly arrested the deer’s momentum by bracing my head against
various large rocks as it dragged me across the ground, I could still
think clearly enough to recognize that there was a small chance that
I shared some tiny amount of responsibility for the situation we were
in, so I didn’t want the deer to have it suffer a slow death, so I
managed to get it lined back up in between my truck and the feeder -
a little trap I had set before hand…kind of like a squeeze chute.

I got it to back in there and I started moving up so I could get my
rope back.

The fourth  thing I learned!!!! Did you know that deer bite? They
do! I never in a million years would have thought that a deer would
bite somebody, so I was very surprised when I reached up there to
grab that rope and the deer grabbed hold of my wrist.

Now, when a deer bites you, it is not like being bit by a horse
where they just bite you and then let go. A deer bites you and shakes
its head –almost like a pit bull. They bite HARD and it hurts.

The proper thing to do when a deer bites you is probably to freeze
and draw back slowly. I tried screaming and shaking instead. My
method was ineffective.

It seems like the deer was biting and shaking for several minutes,
but it was likely only several seconds.

I, being smarter than a deer (though you may be questioning that
claim by now) tricked it. While I kept it busy tearing the bejesus
out of my right arm, I reached up with my left hand and pulled that
rope loose.

That was when I got my  fifth  lesson in deer behavior for the day.
Deer will strike at you with their front feet. They rear right up on
their back feet, strike right about head, and shoulder level, and their
hooves are surprisingly sharp.

I learned a long time ago that, when an animal — like a horse
–strikes at you with their hooves and you cannot get away easily,
the best thing to do is try to make a loud noise and make an
aggressive move towards the animal. This will usually cause them to
back down a bit so you can escape.

This was not a horse. This was a deer, so obviously, such trickery
would not work. In the course of a millisecond, I devised a different
strategy. I screamed like a woman and tried to turn and run.

The reason I had always been told NOT to try to turn and run from a
horse that paws at you is that there is a good chance that it will
hit you in the back of the head.

Deer may not be so different from horses after all, besides being
twice as strong and 3 times as evil, because the second I turned to
run, it hit me right in the back of the head and knocked me down.

Lesson six…  Now, when a deer paws at you and knocks you down, it
does not immediately leave. I suspect it does not recognize that the
danger has passed. What they do instead is paw your back and jump up
and down on you while you are laying there crying like a little girl
and covering your head. I finally managed to crawl under the truck
and the deer went away.

So now I know why when people go deer hunting they bring a rifle
with a scope so that they can be somewhat equal to the Prey.

Stephen