hello again. not much to report, except that this weekend is rather wierd. i will say i did enjoy yesterday. like 7 of us went canoeing down some river and most of us got roasted. i don't usually sunburn, but this time i caught it.  if any of ya'll would want to pray for me, i have been contemplating a long term mission trip to louisiana to halp with the reconstruction there. if any of you ever feel the need to go on a mission trip, go there. i think they will be another 10-15 years down there. especially with only volunteer help. so yeah. our youth group went down for a week, and there is still so much work to be done. anyways, i would appreciate yall's prayers for guidance. anyways, yall have a good one.

the horrendous hunt

 written by: larry(ethan), curly(julian), and mo(matter).

It was a blisteringly muggy morning. With calls in hand and wrapped in camo, we headed to the woods, anticipating the sound of an early morning gobbler. we blew exitedly on our crow calls, but to no avail. the roosting gobblers did not bite. or gobble, for that matter. we hiked the unkown trails of Buzzard Mountain, broadcasting to the turkey world that we were on our way. as luck would have it, nothing was stirring at this heinous hour, except for the mosquitos and ticks. so aside from the occasional briar in the face, the trip so far was very frustrating. after a jaunt down the rich man's pathway, we set up on a couple black-feathered fiends (crows) that seemed to be within range. after the crows passed, without us firing a shot, we continued on till we came to a small quarry, at which point in time, our guide, Ethan, realized that he had no idea where we were. after climbing a pile of discarded quarry rock, we started to panic. so we quickly began throwing rocks off a tall ledge to watch them shatter and ease our troubled minds.suddenly our guide looked up and said, " I know where we are!" as he pointed in to a mountain about half a mile away. without hesitating, we scrambled down from the ledge strait into a briar patch that stood between us and our destination. with hearts fluttering w/ hope, and throats blistering with thirst, we slogged to the dirt road that led home. raiding the house, we ate two whole pizza's and five soft drinks. then we turned our thoughts to the river. but that's a story for another time.