Our son “Little” Paul and his wife Colleen had a baby boy this evening! First grandchild, everyone is very excited. He weighed in at 7 pounds 15.5oz, was 21″ long and is perfect!

My older brother Mark, his three sons (one Marine, one Airforce, and the other in college) along with a ‘brother rat’ and some friends stopped by for some firearms practice. My youngest son Patrick was with them all day, loved it. They started around 1pm and finished around 7pm when we had to put out the beginnings of a small forest fire started by a tracer round.

They brought along a barrett 50cal, a 6.5 creedmore suppressed and a bunch of other rifles and pistols.

At sunset they got out the 50cal tracer rounds and started firing on the 500 yd target. Pretty cool to watch the tracers. Unfortunately one tracer round skipped and went up into the woods. Looked like it just stopped and was glowing, but then it started getting bigger and flickering. We all scrambled to get rakes, shovels, and a fire extinguisher and raced over to the other side of Mine Run. A mad scramble through the woods and briars and I was the first one to get over there. The leaves were burning in a circle about 8 feet wide. The fire extinguisher worked perfectly and then we dug it out and piled it up in the middle of the burned circle, making sure no embers were left. Made for an exciting end of the day. Below is a slow-mo of one of the tracer round shots.

It is their wedding anniversary and we had a small ceremony at Laurel Hill funeral home and interred their ashes. Afterwards we all gathered back at the farm for refreshments and memories. Jerry and Shirley Neal were so gracious to provide a tasty spread and setup the whole thing while we were at the ceremony. I’m am very touched by this act of kindness. Below is a slide show I put together, the song at the end was playing and finished just as he passed. While I wish I could have done a better job, there were many tears as we all remembered Bob over the years.

Fighting for dominance, these pictures were from over on the other side of Mine Run.

Very sad day, my wife’s father, Robert Bishop, passed this afternoon surrounded by his family. He was a loving husband, father to three, and grandfather to seven. Bob was a great father-in-law and after we purchased the farm he played a large part in helping me manage the work required to maintain the place in some semblance of shape. Not sure who was helping who as he really enjoyed coming down and tractoring or running the zero-turn mower all day while I did my ‘day job’ in the house. Here are a few pictures over the years of him down here at the farm. He will be sorely missed.

I think these guys may have heard the kids driving the ATVs and skedaddled out of the corn field and across Mine Run.

Early morning walk on my birthday with the hounds, corn is TALL.

Fog rolling in.

Just kind of happened on our daily walk, he sure was proud of getting it!