This is a picture of cousin J, helping C hold the lizard he caught. Poor cousin J knelt down on a cactus while trying to catch it. V helped him pull out all the fun little quill things.
Here is cousin J teasing the crap out of this poor lizard. Don't worry - he got what was coming:
His finger was bleeding. He deserved it though.
This is the little Horned Toad that P found. He (the horned toad) was a good sport and let all of us touch him before he scampered off.
Here I am shooting my gat. Yes, I am this tough. And yes, this is a "trucker" hat with my high school's logo on it . . . . circa 1971.
Shooting off rockets. We had a bunch this year. Poor brother J's rocket was so powerful, it completely broke in half. We found both pieces though.
Every night we are in M, we go "rabbit stomping." We wait until dark, usually around 11:00pm and then pile into R's truck. We drive for about 10 minutes until we are in the middle of nowhere and then start off-roading through the sagebrush. We always see jack rabbits within 10 minutes of starting. As soon as we see one, the co-pilot shines the spotlight on the rabbit and then everyone jumps out of the truck, starts screaming and starts running towards the rabbit. The first one to catch it - wins. We have caught a lot of rabbits over the years. The jack rabbits are much harder to catch than the cottontails, but its more exciting. Don't worry - we don't hurt them at all. We just catch 'em, laugh at each other and then let them go. Its some good 'ol fashioned fun. Here is the pic from Friday night. From left to right: cousin B, Brother J, Husband J (holding the rabbit) soon-to-be cousin-in-law V, and Cousin J. I have way too many J's in my life, don't I?
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