The White's Homeschool Adventures - What we did for our anniversary

Jun. 12, 2008 - What we did for our anniversary

Well, it has been 15 years since the day we got married. We needed to go to Newport to pick up chicks, now doesn't that sound like fun on your anniversary. How many woman do you know that would like to go pick up chicks with her husband?? LOL
No really we picked up 12 Rhode Island Reds, 12 Barred Rock and 24 Broilers at Paris Farms in Newport. They are so cute. Here is a picture of them.

I told you they were cute!

When we got home we had another surprise! I got a moose hunt trip coming. I hit the moose lottery here in Maine. I am going the last week of September to hopefully shoot me bullwinkle! I have a feeling I will be shaking so hard I won't be able to hold my custom built rifle (built by my husband at J. White Gunsmithing) still enough to shoot it. Fortunately if that happens either Jim or our son can shoot it. I don't remember who I put down for a sub permitee. Anyway we will be going up to the upper right corner of the state WMD 3 to find the critter. I took one chance with no license and hit! I told Jim it only takes one.
So now I have to buy a license and I may as well put in for a Doe permit.
Last year I got my doe on my land without a license and I have to say it was pretty cool. This year due to the harsh winter for the deer there will be not doe permits issued in our WMD so I will have to put in for one in another WMD. WMD for those of you that don't know what it is = Wildlife Management District.
So watch for picture and probably video of our moose hunt later in the year.
Thanks for reading.

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Jun. 16, 2008 - Untitled Comment

Posted by HopeCooley

Tell Jim his chicks are sweet! :) They are pretty cute - I used to LOVE having baby chicks around the house when I was a little girl.
Congrats on the Moose Permit - you won't have any trouble shooting it, and there are plenty of them up there.
God Bless,
Hope

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