tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36604169615545475972024-03-13T13:45:55.913-07:00Idiot With a BowBrian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.comBlogger26125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-87582806373359393062008-08-14T21:52:00.000-07:002008-08-14T22:02:44.644-07:00Boom......outta here....Wish me luck. Tomorrow morning I head up to set up camp to go sit in my spot on Saturday. <br />This spot. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ALasqL0YTk5Q-MJqMuhQGTWz5VejcW9wiDWhVa8bSeS488C8FI2lnBvq0og2efykmM4nDNNwkY45bPzy49dnVgjVnwxNit6IH7gdJF0YtDa_NnQiWA3kpz3V3DjJ5lxLg_GwzJUyBXo/s1600-h/tree+stands+008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ALasqL0YTk5Q-MJqMuhQGTWz5VejcW9wiDWhVa8bSeS488C8FI2lnBvq0og2efykmM4nDNNwkY45bPzy49dnVgjVnwxNit6IH7gdJF0YtDa_NnQiWA3kpz3V3DjJ5lxLg_GwzJUyBXo/s400/tree+stands+008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234604408076929506" /></a><br />Have a pretty good feeling about this year. The mountain looks good, my bow feels good. I like my chances.....I will report thoroughly. Best time of the year!!!Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-63994692199089884632008-08-12T21:04:00.000-07:002008-08-12T21:36:56.136-07:00My Fantasy<span style="font-weight:bold;">Hottest Property Ever</span><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqm6p2iz-b8X7n2vbduUN-52kb6K4at6g5xvrpCOekULdb3cp4syUnNvIkVLJ0mX-WhvLYl4rnkYC6FTPO7BhDOsF7rYSpsbGnRU5rL7MZ4rmoMNqWaqP_YXdYyCAhGYuWFhOGVNp0ruE/s1600-h/tree+stands+056.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqm6p2iz-b8X7n2vbduUN-52kb6K4at6g5xvrpCOekULdb3cp4syUnNvIkVLJ0mX-WhvLYl4rnkYC6FTPO7BhDOsF7rYSpsbGnRU5rL7MZ4rmoMNqWaqP_YXdYyCAhGYuWFhOGVNp0ruE/s400/tree+stands+056.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233849240327864818" /></a><br />Right now it is 10 pm on a Tuesday night and I just finished drafting my 2008-2009 fantasy football team 'The Hottest Property Ever'. I am mentally and physically exhausted, but very satisfied with my picks. <br />Like a lot of things in life, I never understood the appeal of fantasy football until I tried it. As a consequence, my life has changed and some would say has been ruined. My Sundays are inundated with ESPN news, stat tracker and an overwhelming feeling of either bliss or agony.<br />Overall, my team is dominant. All who face me will die in a fantasy type of way. I would like to personally thank the other members of my fantasy league (League Joyness) for drafting so poorly, and for the pending mis-management of their respective teams. And all of you who raped me of my planned picks just prior to my turn, you will pay dearly on upcoming Sundays, Mondays, and occasionally Thursdays and Saturdays. I think you all know who you are.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqthySE1zviT-IpCjnnGO0kjtdh8ZS03cNaZWsEoEGooVTPwpQViTqidJTwalIcpZ1RB8rL0zay5XpuahuwezHeFr86PbUieJzrrD3fAVWIxHQFpNky3asPUs_GDALi5H3mcN6UPJmx-s/s1600-h/league+joyness+001.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgqthySE1zviT-IpCjnnGO0kjtdh8ZS03cNaZWsEoEGooVTPwpQViTqidJTwalIcpZ1RB8rL0zay5XpuahuwezHeFr86PbUieJzrrD3fAVWIxHQFpNky3asPUs_GDALi5H3mcN6UPJmx-s/s400/league+joyness+001.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233851756151089730" /></a><br />In the meantime please take a moment to bask in the glory of the latest and best version of the 'Hot Property Fantasy Football Club' the Hottest Property Ever!!!<br /><br />QB's: Peyton Manning<br /> Matty Leinart<br /><br />RB's: Marshawn Lynch<br /> Ryan Grant<br /> Ronnie Brown<br /> Thomas Jones<br /> Deuce McCallister<br /><br />WR's: Santonio Holmes<br /> Torry Holt<br /> Donte Stallworth<br /> Jabar Gaffney<br /><br />TE's; Tony Gonzales<br /><br />DEF: Pittsburgh Steelers<br /><br />K: Mike Nugent (because of his last name)<br /><br />I will keep all informed of the beatings that will ensue....Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-33868274131475884152008-08-07T14:14:00.000-07:002008-08-07T14:30:10.353-07:00God Bless CujoGlad you're ok bud. Don't go scaring us like that. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzBz1KeWJGVeUS71P-vAfXnkwGfcGcDNJwXWoM-X3GsmqGsN3c8yJ4UiMLQRXjcPdjwg2FFJ87avvpQ797bCC4mrRARwM15c13GXSlSFpc4wEFf2fqkQ6rMYRcsu0D2nAnoHgFqyjNy58/s1600-h/campingslashscouting+031.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzBz1KeWJGVeUS71P-vAfXnkwGfcGcDNJwXWoM-X3GsmqGsN3c8yJ4UiMLQRXjcPdjwg2FFJ87avvpQ797bCC4mrRARwM15c13GXSlSFpc4wEFf2fqkQ6rMYRcsu0D2nAnoHgFqyjNy58/s400/campingslashscouting+031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231888593028083490" /></a><br /><br />Cam has always been one of my best buds....He goes out of his way to please, and is definitely a kid after my heart (if you ignore that shirt he's wearing). I'll never forget living in Eagle Mountain and watching Cam come down the street with the same smile on his face that he always has...<br /><br />Well, little Cam found some lumps on his body that needed to be checked out. All the tests came back negative and he should be ok. But, as these things always do, it caused me to think about Cam a lot and how much he means to me. You're a good kid. In fact I love all of my nieces and nephews and look forward to spending a lot more time with all of you.Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-38915031917862238332008-07-20T21:29:00.000-07:002008-07-20T22:04:48.628-07:00CHALLENGE TO MARK J ROBBINS"Mark, you should do stand up..."<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRwAk146Yn96ttpZHDMDvUBUgSCXCW82fsQyUmDoxHI1eLAhtjFpQnmWRR-X-eGeVPmuqBtT02fzzl_mP4UvHiQvvlFG856rPEsEAzL0TZ3QrXOHvrSCK0uaK50AKL6C0Nj8ikILJDiHs/s1600-h/cathy.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRwAk146Yn96ttpZHDMDvUBUgSCXCW82fsQyUmDoxHI1eLAhtjFpQnmWRR-X-eGeVPmuqBtT02fzzl_mP4UvHiQvvlFG856rPEsEAzL0TZ3QrXOHvrSCK0uaK50AKL6C0Nj8ikILJDiHs/s400/cathy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225321931098574114" /></a><br />Seriously though.....<br />I know we always make fun of Cathy for telling you that, and we always do it behind her back, cause that is just who we are and we care about her feelings, but there is a ton of merit in her promptings. So you have that, but you also have your critics. Some and most of which are in this family. I'm sorry, was that TOO MUCH INFORMATION?<br />I'm thinking I might be your biggest backer at this point, and maybe that is because I just get you. You are more than a movie quote machine, you are fresh, and I have seen what you do in front of an audience. <br />Are you wondering why this is being done on my blog? Literally millions of people in our family read this regularly. Many friends of mine check it out, not to mention the entire Utah Wildlife Network, in which this is linked. Some of these people know you are the funniest kid they have met. Others think you're a hack. <br />Here's the challenge. Come up with an act. Put together material. I don't think you have done this ever. You haven't needed to. Well, I am now putting you in a situation where this is required. I vote that we as a network of family and friends decide on a time and place where we gather to see the comic Mark Robbins perform. Mark is on the verge of greatness. This is no joke. <br />Mark, I think you got it in you. Maybe you don't. Only one way to find out. <br />Help me out everybody. Definitely comment on this one and add your input. <br />I think I am on to something here. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ccinsider.comedycentral.com/cc_insider/images/2007/05/08/jim180.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://ccinsider.comedycentral.com/cc_insider/images/2007/05/08/jim180.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.knoxnews.com/knx/brown/archives/SeinfeldSMALL.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://blogs.knoxnews.com/knx/brown/archives/SeinfeldSMALL.JPG" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.zachgalifianakis.com/images/gal/gal12.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://www.zachgalifianakis.com/images/gal/gal12.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI9UKLT8yQc9voYRXMgTw2eZs3k3Dl_eu4aKtCVhQp-H9xpxkZyk6kS-B8C63vWGkdW-5iqeJBEmPEpRq5kDTlPv0snkISq_n6Jj66AIplzgDc8Txmn_whig_Rx1zKJ5oYWQ-HPGpruxE/s1600-h/Ragnar+005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjI9UKLT8yQc9voYRXMgTw2eZs3k3Dl_eu4aKtCVhQp-H9xpxkZyk6kS-B8C63vWGkdW-5iqeJBEmPEpRq5kDTlPv0snkISq_n6Jj66AIplzgDc8Txmn_whig_Rx1zKJ5oYWQ-HPGpruxE/s400/Ragnar+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225328532562159042" /></a><br />When and where everybody?Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-8003626599019800102008-06-17T19:46:00.001-07:002008-06-17T21:17:43.585-07:00Catch of the DayBefore I was an idiot with a bow, I was a stud with a fishing rod. My big bro Greg got me interested at a young age by taking me trolling in his aluminum boat. Then the old man taught me that small streams and #4 gold bladed panther martins with the black bodies were made for each other. And the rest is history. For whatever reason, I have caught the fishing bug again. One problem is that it is coming back to me at a slow pace. Few fish have been yielded from the local waters so far this year, not because of a lack of effort. Doesn't matter. Just a great reason to be outside. Here are some highlights of '08 angling. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0T6Pk5OFSnt8FNbVuxE3ESWgncgQEcWeVf9m9Sr0SAxJky-_1VmCx-xhw9oiCaaseRfbmfdSX4Tr92aEpInEk7sHtA_1MtbfMmbBenK10k8-i1tV5K5XIzgrJMZxTUZwPnv4TAt21jg4/s1600-h/big+brown+005.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0T6Pk5OFSnt8FNbVuxE3ESWgncgQEcWeVf9m9Sr0SAxJky-_1VmCx-xhw9oiCaaseRfbmfdSX4Tr92aEpInEk7sHtA_1MtbfMmbBenK10k8-i1tV5K5XIzgrJMZxTUZwPnv4TAt21jg4/s400/big+brown+005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213049886217394994" /></a><br />A nice cut pulled out of the berry on a rainy/snowy Memorial Day. Very fun trip consisting of Richard, Fara, Greg, Michael, John and myself. About a dozen cuts (all in the slot minus one)were caught. 33 by Dad's count. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvwSFjWqVeLPVSZEZjv_EEAiiblet8ghirwHkCTkxpgdq1x13ipmcT37h0zlVRsZni8xUuH-RA6WlfarpEOOaqg5Pxl3XvQ6f2yvHmvyfkGeXuAZs2_2AbJSmCM3v-CH54SQ7hXTjalXI/s1600-h/big+brown+009.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvwSFjWqVeLPVSZEZjv_EEAiiblet8ghirwHkCTkxpgdq1x13ipmcT37h0zlVRsZni8xUuH-RA6WlfarpEOOaqg5Pxl3XvQ6f2yvHmvyfkGeXuAZs2_2AbJSmCM3v-CH54SQ7hXTjalXI/s400/big+brown+009.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213051854258974770" /></a><br />G-Rat posing majestically with a planter 'bow he power baited out of Strawberry on a less fruitful outing than the week prior. Still fun to spend time with the Gary Robbins family.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ZiSwtthX0r4dNSDIRCgwIG7q4-R88VsDe_vUy2YzPDOss5a0B5HCqT25TzXrtP7LQEsJF2TUD7Y7rwNkNyf33YSw3ujvOpV5Og2KcL4WqKTepnZ4RMEqeaBjU46qI5hZjzALGxVNeZk/s1600-h/big+brown+032.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8ZiSwtthX0r4dNSDIRCgwIG7q4-R88VsDe_vUy2YzPDOss5a0B5HCqT25TzXrtP7LQEsJF2TUD7Y7rwNkNyf33YSw3ujvOpV5Og2KcL4WqKTepnZ4RMEqeaBjU46qI5hZjzALGxVNeZk/s400/big+brown+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213053513872509698" /></a><br />Little Dell.... Have never caught a fish in this confounded, cursed, gorgeous body of water. Since it's close to home (only 15 minutes away) and very picturesque, I keep trying. <br />Just for fun, here is a picture of a filthy moose frolicking in our water supply. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlD7mYwDMup1ZAMvcMCpepJxeQLhopw5MIzWw3p-93mXDLWn78x510kp6D8nWszCbV8qJ5BNMPJwiIIqS8KwkTS0zAFgSBINTa2zsFlEtT0I6Pg_IQCOgB8L5mIcSNFW7bo_DErFBFleE/s1600-h/big+brown+037.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjlD7mYwDMup1ZAMvcMCpepJxeQLhopw5MIzWw3p-93mXDLWn78x510kp6D8nWszCbV8qJ5BNMPJwiIIqS8KwkTS0zAFgSBINTa2zsFlEtT0I6Pg_IQCOgB8L5mIcSNFW7bo_DErFBFleE/s400/big+brown+037.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213054853102130994" /></a><br />A beautiful Utah stream filled with visible lunkers.....on private property. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2_GJv2nR6PD95bXFHMY5v3FApmjN1QI7lXAd_rJqYQwoQlxd4q0Mw7FI4liulvBbOZ1a18MXUDTZDt8WSnXZ8bYNRnrCuDnkC_wowTNpQ0F1eNMkX8TdLhNPFiDatag89vTTn2bjARY/s1600-h/big+brown+060.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgd2_GJv2nR6PD95bXFHMY5v3FApmjN1QI7lXAd_rJqYQwoQlxd4q0Mw7FI4liulvBbOZ1a18MXUDTZDt8WSnXZ8bYNRnrCuDnkC_wowTNpQ0F1eNMkX8TdLhNPFiDatag89vTTn2bjARY/s400/big+brown+060.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213056595501770770" /></a><br />A beautiful brown I persuaded to hit my lucky craft pointer out of that same stream. Don't worry, I was fishing in the 100 yards of public stream when I landed this fish. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS7JqUZtR_EJXDjJ9Om-WMX0IEp5Zs8VD-2IrDjuGMDEzAlzoEbQvXp8Uo_LBqTNXXm7ayWgYDiXzYvCsQ9i1Txd5QqdTDE9FWgQ4tejRUYddiRazcwqKEIOjkj6zHx72kKF1N2_21f3s/s1600-h/big+brown+065.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhS7JqUZtR_EJXDjJ9Om-WMX0IEp5Zs8VD-2IrDjuGMDEzAlzoEbQvXp8Uo_LBqTNXXm7ayWgYDiXzYvCsQ9i1Txd5QqdTDE9FWgQ4tejRUYddiRazcwqKEIOjkj6zHx72kKF1N2_21f3s/s400/big+brown+065.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213058856668746802" /></a><br />Huge!<br />My most recent trip to the Utah waters was today after work, and the inspiration for this post. Lorin and I were working near Heber, Utah. An early start and a stellar work ethic got us off the job early. We drove over to nearby Wallsberg where we met up with Michael and fished a special stretch of stream. Fishing started off slow. I wore out a dozen different holes resulting in little action, only a few hits. Soon I found myself heading back to the truck, trying a hole here and there until I was back where I started. Even though all three of us pulled everything we had in our tackle boxes through that first hole unsuccessfully, I decided to give it another try. This time from the opposite bank. First cast, a hard hit. Second cast, nothing. Third cast, another hard hit followed by the familiar tug of a well hooked trout, then a more aggressive tug that brought my rod tip to the water. At that point my eyes got a little bigger. My line was running all over the stream at mock speed. In between the runs were violent thrashes. This particular trout wasn't very acrobatic but I knew I had a toad on the line without even seeing it. I yelled for Lorin who was downstream about 100 yards, because I knew I would need some help getting this fish to hand. Lorin got to me just in time to see the fish at the end of the fight. All wore out (me and the fish) I landed a beautiful brown. Measuring in at a girthy 19.5 inches and weighing approximately 3 lbs this was my best brown to date. What a surprise. <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ml0KnxUDfcoDSPjndyAqz9SkU7Z4BZJlhOsE-QZ8zhBydsFE-7Fcaepbhlhd54zeNjtRhTdnslx6L3ru4BZxCJZ8HPVzSd_VVdT_i6ULAlSZ-tCUbY9oquqLZQPI3i6KgQBRkFF41Vg/s1600-h/big+brown+067.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6ml0KnxUDfcoDSPjndyAqz9SkU7Z4BZJlhOsE-QZ8zhBydsFE-7Fcaepbhlhd54zeNjtRhTdnslx6L3ru4BZxCJZ8HPVzSd_VVdT_i6ULAlSZ-tCUbY9oquqLZQPI3i6KgQBRkFF41Vg/s400/big+brown+067.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213064760947287170" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2VzKlU3XR5aT3DKtFjq0nGk3Onp18qL3VJkr2JPvJHBx0BY4MzV0stcoe2ADNu54FB1LJFJnUC5ZbanQlICN1GFD_A1QryI72zfs8BNZMsbc0G59HTkQc0m_aX2AdVt7dPg2a0z71K2Q/s1600-h/big+brown+068.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2VzKlU3XR5aT3DKtFjq0nGk3Onp18qL3VJkr2JPvJHBx0BY4MzV0stcoe2ADNu54FB1LJFJnUC5ZbanQlICN1GFD_A1QryI72zfs8BNZMsbc0G59HTkQc0m_aX2AdVt7dPg2a0z71K2Q/s400/big+brown+068.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213065816893658274" /></a><br />And just for the record,this fish was caught using a lucky craft pointer fishing lure. Retail value $15.99... Who says money can't buy happiness?Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-34217969841299831712008-05-04T08:44:00.000-07:002008-05-04T09:58:23.548-07:00Adios........ (It's the '08 playoffs baby!)<object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/p3-eavMSBnk&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/p3-eavMSBnk&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Ah yes, it is here. Arguably my favorite time of year as a sporting fan. Our Utah Jazz, the best team in all of professional sports are once again in the NBA playoffs. This is a time of year when priorities change in a big way. So much in fact, that on mother's day (a holy day)you will see 20,000 crazy mormon fans pile into "the dump" (Energy Solutions Arena) and shatter the sabbath day while chanting "beat LA" and other vicious rants. Salt Lake turns upside down for this thing. Personally, I turn into a different person. You wouldn't like me when I'm angry. <br /><br />Thus far the Jazz have not let us down and neither has the experience. D Will and the gang just battled their way through a 6 game series with the hated Houston Rockets. Here are some of the highlights and maybe what some people who just don't quite understand us would consider low lights. Here we go. <br /><br />Thanks to my good friend Brian Washington, Mark (my bro) and I have guaranteed tickets to every home playoff game this year. After the Jazz took care of the Rock"ettes" in Houston, we warmed up the ESA for them to come back to. We were thinking sweep but Houston in all their ugliness thought different. Didn't stop us from being any less ridiculous. <br /><br />Earlier today I read on Mark's blog that him and I might come off as somewhat comparable to 12 year olds. Is this because we like to get to games 2 hours early? And wait for "arto grafs" after the game? Maybe, but before you make fun if us, just remember, we have more fun than you,and we are better people. And if I am so immature, how come i take such an interest in the world's issues, as well as support worthy causes? <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fnKnoMOPR3FnrnfMr34FZyJSpB5gOuE9tHfmJNUvfhPSDdHWhJy2ieE0af8JroDbn8BTx7C5TAlbnFKFcKyE1XZoeslCCbOJd_hlNCXcPdSRtVebNiSm0l-JGrQvVRPseMLHsPwlWhM/s1600-h/Playoffs+004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2fnKnoMOPR3FnrnfMr34FZyJSpB5gOuE9tHfmJNUvfhPSDdHWhJy2ieE0af8JroDbn8BTx7C5TAlbnFKFcKyE1XZoeslCCbOJd_hlNCXcPdSRtVebNiSm0l-JGrQvVRPseMLHsPwlWhM/s400/Playoffs+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196554497136306050" /></a><br /><br />Like many of the other protesters outside the game, I just think what is happening in Texas is deplorable. What exactly is going on in Texas? Are we protesting the Rockets? And why do the FLDS kids need our help canceling the game? Any ways. <br /><br />Here is some evidence that we got to the game too early. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvpy-r3hHoPrjfEnYQiAesgBvUg2p_WU5qSL72h58jrFbWIX4yZVrhyphenhyphenXisCvylS7WyIh4bg3CmcZibzcv6wdFl6WSTqsi_VoseVfC4aPx_CncWPDhBkUG_4sa6_OyQpKjiiFZUNRp-N-M/s1600-h/Playoffs+003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvpy-r3hHoPrjfEnYQiAesgBvUg2p_WU5qSL72h58jrFbWIX4yZVrhyphenhyphenXisCvylS7WyIh4bg3CmcZibzcv6wdFl6WSTqsi_VoseVfC4aPx_CncWPDhBkUG_4sa6_OyQpKjiiFZUNRp-N-M/s400/Playoffs+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196556399806818194" /></a><br /><br />Game 3 didn't go as we planned, but the Jazz did what they needed to get us a game 6 at home. Including this little bucket by dKILL!<br /><br /><object width="425" height="355"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/HwVPZDWlOCA&hl=en"></param><param name="wmode" value="transparent"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/HwVPZDWlOCA&hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />That's when things got interesting. Game 6 was as, Mark accurately stated, epic. The Robbins family had a strong showing. In attendance were of course Mark and I, Michael our nephew (his 1st playoff game) John John (his 1st game ever) and somewhere Justin was rooting for the home team. <br /><br />Cute!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4EyrR1zsh5qJ0PRmVXb5zrp1hfCMSt2ZDo0OREbpoL704m_g868lmWkYXmELThV-aI_rm62a3ZK0c6oOp9JkrYUSvNazOJvpqTQMOBdbnJz_VMGkPA7-dTi3IyUAg8SN-1uGExMDPnP8/s1600-h/Adios+002.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4EyrR1zsh5qJ0PRmVXb5zrp1hfCMSt2ZDo0OREbpoL704m_g868lmWkYXmELThV-aI_rm62a3ZK0c6oOp9JkrYUSvNazOJvpqTQMOBdbnJz_VMGkPA7-dTi3IyUAg8SN-1uGExMDPnP8/s400/Adios+002.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196559397693990818" /></a><br /><br />As you all well know, when we go to an elimination game, we bring out what is referred to as "the sign". Planets must have been aligned when Mark put pen to paper last year and created this sign prior to the Jazz eliminating the Warriors. It is brilliant! Since that game this has hung on my wall. Friday night it was brought out of retirement. Sorry Mom. <br /> <br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipG88UrdrhuAmH5Zp5Zxt_jkSNWIvQ-tAITgLhDj4GMMWKZsco1LOvv5L6eo5v9f-pEfZunlCYhOK-t_OCE_eeI55jzKDKQjgTINpkWzj2WVebfXHtotHoMZaKw7RnZxckyvwEai2Nqtg/s1600-h/Adios+004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEipG88UrdrhuAmH5Zp5Zxt_jkSNWIvQ-tAITgLhDj4GMMWKZsco1LOvv5L6eo5v9f-pEfZunlCYhOK-t_OCE_eeI55jzKDKQjgTINpkWzj2WVebfXHtotHoMZaKw7RnZxckyvwEai2Nqtg/s400/Adios+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196561094206072754" /></a><br /><br />In the end the Jazz did us right, beating the Rockets by many many points. The world seemed like a wonderful place. Everything went crazy from there. Some of you have read about this on Mark's blog, but here is how I saw it. <br /><br />Shortly after midnight we headed home in the Tacoma. I felt prompted to try a different route to the freeway via West Temple. No sooner than we turned down West Temple we saw two men heading south bound, a tall black and a Caucasian. Guess who the tall guy was. Shane Battier of the Houston Rockets. In a string of events that still confuses me, Battier ended up in the back seat of my truck, while his companion rode in the bed. Turns out the whitey was the president of the Rockets. I had their Kevin O'Connor rolling around on my rhino liner! I took a couple of hard turns. But, before you think I am cool, I should mention here that I totally wussed out. For the duration of this series I singled out Battier as my least favorite rocket and verbally berated him multiple times while watching the games. You would like to think that if you ever ran into someone you hated, you would tell them as much, and not give them a ride back to their 5 star hotel after a beer run. What else is horrible is he was the nicest person I ever met and is probably my favorite non Jazz player in the NBA now. Dammit! <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWmgIyMq2IxbjFoLUD1pZZSOouvhoLyR8nbgHqvxS8pMfc9yYgTe32RANh5ZjN6h3tAbpmzeALDES_cFzJccdyPhlZMyOoFunjPBgBUBQ4PFa-Ifya_z6Omylxlk9I7-Wv9szTm0fJQE/s1600-h/Adios+006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtWmgIyMq2IxbjFoLUD1pZZSOouvhoLyR8nbgHqvxS8pMfc9yYgTe32RANh5ZjN6h3tAbpmzeALDES_cFzJccdyPhlZMyOoFunjPBgBUBQ4PFa-Ifya_z6Omylxlk9I7-Wv9szTm0fJQE/s400/Adios+006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196565427828074434" /></a><br /><br />Confused?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJpU6NChu-_AZwI_Ytnu_HiyOujM-cHREBi0EuT6bQdYYArLcYt0sRspmHA1rnofRkpkcEtkLM-7fv19ZRvN5RBAcSDgBbqvyLnVjP26XS0JlXVFu_iRYCHhyphenhyphenyw8hoLNdOjkRj3saHy3U/s1600-h/Adios+007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJpU6NChu-_AZwI_Ytnu_HiyOujM-cHREBi0EuT6bQdYYArLcYt0sRspmHA1rnofRkpkcEtkLM-7fv19ZRvN5RBAcSDgBbqvyLnVjP26XS0JlXVFu_iRYCHhyphenhyphenyw8hoLNdOjkRj3saHy3U/s400/Adios+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5196565943224149970" /></a><br /><br />Battier and all of his little "loyal" fans. What a bunch of sellouts.<br /><br /><br />Go Jazz!Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-81479394015202724142008-05-01T15:53:00.000-07:002008-05-01T18:01:25.913-07:00What? There was an April this year?For whatever reason, April was not a very motivating month, as far as the blog goes. Well, here is a half assed effort to catch you all (3 people who might care) up on what happened in April...<br /><br />April gives us a tormenting sneak peak of fun spring time/summer time activities. Weather wasn't too allowing but I felt it necessary to do what I do when mother nature would give us a window of warmth:<br /><br /> i.e. barbecue (in the snow)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh3MiXnc0FwO84jL45kVW6wGgPqSLx-LooTh4k9JFTS-9WGn0zegNVbOyxHxfWcffMpqlQ3BxWAJJYpDF5ZJcSWOe_Bf_ArNkTYpitAVmWcWWROYfCK9spgJXyI1mPgNo2A69PfscXwHc/s1600-h/pups+and+what+not+020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh3MiXnc0FwO84jL45kVW6wGgPqSLx-LooTh4k9JFTS-9WGn0zegNVbOyxHxfWcffMpqlQ3BxWAJJYpDF5ZJcSWOe_Bf_ArNkTYpitAVmWcWWROYfCK9spgJXyI1mPgNo2A69PfscXwHc/s400/pups+and+what+not+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195548207773689474" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> With Britt<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeIHwNYIfZp6-uQNNYofEYe8UvccKtQRXQN6qK-q3C3uuCJZF7hHLU0R-mhyphenhyphens7ekiQTbPQ2So0HOM19nFEzEK7SXIr8j4r-_XjPeAlZdYG-0H4PM5MM68rhYjGNUEA8UL9KZuTvNtFm58/s1600-h/pups+and+what+not+025.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgeIHwNYIfZp6-uQNNYofEYe8UvccKtQRXQN6qK-q3C3uuCJZF7hHLU0R-mhyphenhyphens7ekiQTbPQ2So0HOM19nFEzEK7SXIr8j4r-_XjPeAlZdYG-0H4PM5MM68rhYjGNUEA8UL9KZuTvNtFm58/s400/pups+and+what+not+025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195549560688387730" border="0" /></a><br /><br />not bad.......<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMcdsEERxUijjYjofLL1n_Mr92rArpRLeLW6t_JwiJMcjwdhyphenhyphenJG1-gh51gAoihAt7fxvBi057VzUBcVR63urF0OoZ299MnoqyJAJE0sc_cKj4jjLMX3p6mvga4bpnz2czuZIBA9PB1pqY/s1600-h/pups+and+what+not+042.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgMcdsEERxUijjYjofLL1n_Mr92rArpRLeLW6t_JwiJMcjwdhyphenhyphenJG1-gh51gAoihAt7fxvBi057VzUBcVR63urF0OoZ299MnoqyJAJE0sc_cKj4jjLMX3p6mvga4bpnz2czuZIBA9PB1pqY/s400/pups+and+what+not+042.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195550724624524962" /></a><br /><br />A culinary wonder....<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-9yk145QXfb9KQZMjd6gFwysGpjYKK5y3xSUaNvJitx0gGQuRDJqjTzoYOI-SUC3iVOFTP_zngWB3LGH9OkPtfx6Tm10TFaMVg7PtcsVuerYbPDX1e36m5_EgjIgukhzo6_CggeR-ls/s1600-h/pups+and+what+not+048.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC-9yk145QXfb9KQZMjd6gFwysGpjYKK5y3xSUaNvJitx0gGQuRDJqjTzoYOI-SUC3iVOFTP_zngWB3LGH9OkPtfx6Tm10TFaMVg7PtcsVuerYbPDX1e36m5_EgjIgukhzo6_CggeR-ls/s400/pups+and+what+not+048.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195551673812297394" /></a><br /><br />I love me the charcoal bbq. Will have to grillify me plenty a meat and veggies this year. <br /><br />Had to do a little bit of work last month. Nothing new, other than several weekend trips down to Huntington, Utah to do some masonry work at a power plant. This proved to be an interesting endeavor for at least seventeen reasons. One being that we are a tile company and in no way a group of masons. But we told them we were, and I think we pulled it off. Does this look right?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIPZDFIppV2mtx2yzzoG-7bsp_U4ab973SuwIgJ2SGH2TiwcqAnO6dsv1WvyhifTsSmazm_1PbprEL0GSbqGpNObRWpO0RdBrUP4lP189UXf_aTnhH-ZM7r9viVdJ8yScGe6ux_uCxZyc/s1600-h/Huntington+and+Marathon+015.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiIPZDFIppV2mtx2yzzoG-7bsp_U4ab973SuwIgJ2SGH2TiwcqAnO6dsv1WvyhifTsSmazm_1PbprEL0GSbqGpNObRWpO0RdBrUP4lP189UXf_aTnhH-ZM7r9viVdJ8yScGe6ux_uCxZyc/s400/Huntington+and+Marathon+015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195553804116076226" /></a><br /><br />Here is another funny thing, I was told to not take pictures while on the premises of the power plant. Some kind of "guvment" security measure. Specifically, I was told to not post these pictures that I was not to take on a blog, as it would almost assuredly draw attention from the feds. We'll see. <br /><br />While in Huntington, I discovered a part of the planet that is pretty incredible. We vowed to return to some of these places when the snow is gone. Had to have a little taste to hold me over until then. Picked up the worst fishing pole ever at K-mart and tried a few casts......to no avail. We'll get it later.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPPr0y2ajr1TacdEi-QX0UySKkDAFW2XdjJt1HyrTcAREH9qF_a_QuhnlJzclOtjZVzEZno9TYf5eb1Suws2k4OXQFZ62PCpNbt0PrtETP-zWCks0EsYBFKkFwjlpLuV1DHAc4yjZmDU/s1600-h/Huntington+and+Marathon+003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdPPr0y2ajr1TacdEi-QX0UySKkDAFW2XdjJt1HyrTcAREH9qF_a_QuhnlJzclOtjZVzEZno9TYf5eb1Suws2k4OXQFZ62PCpNbt0PrtETP-zWCks0EsYBFKkFwjlpLuV1DHAc4yjZmDU/s400/Huntington+and+Marathon+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195557776960825058" /></a><br /><br />Picturesque<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8cyUBIKfclCfJqN01wN_uY4oKwaAL681HrDdWAwOXUWPQCG-ITq9_VC9x3LR5ZQvQK3itg0Kb6XLPUSJ1ACeuoYgNsH936UE3S9N7khDk-z2s6WVXzvKynGf7Gi8izra5fiUdHXq1yvg/s1600-h/Huntington+and+Marathon+004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi8cyUBIKfclCfJqN01wN_uY4oKwaAL681HrDdWAwOXUWPQCG-ITq9_VC9x3LR5ZQvQK3itg0Kb6XLPUSJ1ACeuoYgNsH936UE3S9N7khDk-z2s6WVXzvKynGf7Gi8izra5fiUdHXq1yvg/s400/Huntington+and+Marathon+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195559207184934642" /></a><br /><br />A lot of elks. I wonder where these Betties migrate to?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE97TqRTKTS6tSGuTVTJ8-Hanu2_HRDAhvBZKXPPzUOi45TV2zVQmZ4-8eGq6ajuXUm1iJQX0sz29PB9NboBSuISaYEgYmyJg23P1jn4lYxFAgH77PZrY4YamrY8-FXdHaxjpCxWRNx2I/s1600-h/huntington+003.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiE97TqRTKTS6tSGuTVTJ8-Hanu2_HRDAhvBZKXPPzUOi45TV2zVQmZ4-8eGq6ajuXUm1iJQX0sz29PB9NboBSuISaYEgYmyJg23P1jn4lYxFAgH77PZrY4YamrY8-FXdHaxjpCxWRNx2I/s400/huntington+003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195560293811660546" /></a><br /><br />It wasn't all work. Did some shed hunting and hiking. Didn't find any sheds, but I saw many much deer like creatures. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP2_87hSZ46_anixe3iCCZwulB1XzwNcN2rLKhs03fWcmsL0jdCk-RCnvZmM7J4IgrUfP1EVIF5InKKIn168KWRni9PCgbhq078fzjbabeJ0NxsMhF6xc8I1BObkxWbchSvIU_hxrj2Wg/s1600-h/Shed+huntin+007.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjP2_87hSZ46_anixe3iCCZwulB1XzwNcN2rLKhs03fWcmsL0jdCk-RCnvZmM7J4IgrUfP1EVIF5InKKIn168KWRni9PCgbhq078fzjbabeJ0NxsMhF6xc8I1BObkxWbchSvIU_hxrj2Wg/s400/Shed+huntin+007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195562342511060754" /></a><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ0fhO1fFRbm5sUyRJtyIRBtHnaqUpWnxRyven1HOv3fIz5ExhLDyeNjTyTJkFV6ZkmrOrqPZ2Ew1mLEw-ORZJYESscAKXzsIGau369DOk870TED4yJJmKM8CRra5DS_NI6qTGgnBnikA/s1600-h/Shed+huntin+014.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQ0fhO1fFRbm5sUyRJtyIRBtHnaqUpWnxRyven1HOv3fIz5ExhLDyeNjTyTJkFV6ZkmrOrqPZ2Ew1mLEw-ORZJYESscAKXzsIGau369DOk870TED4yJJmKM8CRra5DS_NI6qTGgnBnikA/s400/Shed+huntin+014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195563098425304866" /></a><br /><br />Later, I took Brittny to a nice little sitting spot I found. You just head west of the winter kill fawn to get there. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfctYOsVoH41d1z5GA5MMd0Yvz3Z9IpSzMyn_Xs5LK6pH-2BP8tnIsNrfrUDTQloZJyZ2sbbyVDTJeL0Qt0CzMNuoRVmy-TdyilEAe8qj5cLAhpbyQe8Aclx29hk7n8IAJyu31PQI4Kqk/s1600-h/Shed+huntin+018.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfctYOsVoH41d1z5GA5MMd0Yvz3Z9IpSzMyn_Xs5LK6pH-2BP8tnIsNrfrUDTQloZJyZ2sbbyVDTJeL0Qt0CzMNuoRVmy-TdyilEAe8qj5cLAhpbyQe8Aclx29hk7n8IAJyu31PQI4Kqk/s400/Shed+huntin+018.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195564515764512562" /></a><br /><br />A little overcast, but still a nice view. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Ub3rHkDLUZLMQ3RIQ9r8usBHBp_Fd9vUK_QU3hkKk0Bcd1ytsZwj4Quv16uIEDwBiUv1aIaDhQXVYT6rZVUG3q2zb2_Ba591U98yE8dppIwZx0bn-oRmCy0eao2aHuzsALSsYWRbAnY/s1600-h/Hiking+004.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg_Ub3rHkDLUZLMQ3RIQ9r8usBHBp_Fd9vUK_QU3hkKk0Bcd1ytsZwj4Quv16uIEDwBiUv1aIaDhQXVYT6rZVUG3q2zb2_Ba591U98yE8dppIwZx0bn-oRmCy0eao2aHuzsALSsYWRbAnY/s400/Hiking+004.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195565417707644738" /></a><br /><br />Nuge even tagged along for a run up to Bell Canyon Res. As he was sucking air on the way up, I told him what Greg always told me on long hikes. Free training! Looking good Jazz honk! On a side note, everyone knows that Bell Canyon is a watershed. Well, some clown came up the trail with his way too attractive girlfriend and his young black lab. Personally, I think the watershed no dog rule is ridiculous, but not this time. It is important to note how arrogant this kid was, in his polo shirt (with a freaking collar!) and cargo shorts. With only a bottle of Gatorade that was already almost gone, this kid starts going on to some other hikers about how he's going to get to the top and swim in the upper lake. Should work out nice for his dog, ask Greg. From that declaration he starts JOGGING! up the trail with his dog in tow. Normally I wouldn't care, but on this particular day, I was a hateful enough of a person to perform my civic duties and report this criminal activity to the authorities. I look forward to the horrible karma that awaits me. <br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWRP4WmcNmi5-wLRL2OQfr1tt8kH1N1dJodDI5Ht8YoGLPzWmkpJUrVlxDWBdKEZ6p8F4qPJMAM2Na57UCcFlspWFKL-hixzYNl_2EnKBBpvrd42TmO1c1Ld4cMr7MsxXssWwEFRwbiq4/s1600-h/Playoffs+026.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgWRP4WmcNmi5-wLRL2OQfr1tt8kH1N1dJodDI5Ht8YoGLPzWmkpJUrVlxDWBdKEZ6p8F4qPJMAM2Na57UCcFlspWFKL-hixzYNl_2EnKBBpvrd42TmO1c1Ld4cMr7MsxXssWwEFRwbiq4/s400/Playoffs+026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195567509356717906" /></a><br /><br />This month was way too fast paced. The one fishing trip I got in, was an hour and a half affair up to Tibble Fork with Mark and Dad. Boys, we need to set aside some more time at a later date and get it done right. By the way guys, how many fish did you catch?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizQBqGyeOkylLzCXOKq4ZSPni4hPRfM3tgZ7Dm_QXl5du9-QzvSPnhGC3VFd0Tk_7RWAlvMPZq-YDfuNCsDCSHBM9k8Y6OK4pFIM3SMCEdJtxQR48Qr7FliDopptUrhRHIHJq3pyVzkqU/s1600-h/Playoffs+020.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizQBqGyeOkylLzCXOKq4ZSPni4hPRfM3tgZ7Dm_QXl5du9-QzvSPnhGC3VFd0Tk_7RWAlvMPZq-YDfuNCsDCSHBM9k8Y6OK4pFIM3SMCEdJtxQR48Qr7FliDopptUrhRHIHJq3pyVzkqU/s400/Playoffs+020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195569545171216226" /></a><br /><br />The old man, getting his "bait" ready.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyif1yZogdrjmLdhPPcFYh3NvRn-6Pqur638ZMrVo3ipt4XjY8qd9xwXTdSZRoqYFXSUoS7NgBrbZDFuLj6VwnAAl3ml58dbRN2d4xTP01PfnKAW9wTcyKWK4zQQKNjeIGvV83Djd37Uc/s1600-h/Playoffs+024.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyif1yZogdrjmLdhPPcFYh3NvRn-6Pqur638ZMrVo3ipt4XjY8qd9xwXTdSZRoqYFXSUoS7NgBrbZDFuLj6VwnAAl3ml58dbRN2d4xTP01PfnKAW9wTcyKWK4zQQKNjeIGvV83Djd37Uc/s400/Playoffs+024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195574153671124850" /></a><br /><br />Well, if you have made it this far you are probably regretting a couple of things right now. I however am excited to have my conscious clear. Sleep will come easier to me tonight knowing that I have properly updated Suzy and Cathy on the major issues that occur in my life. I can see them now, "Wow, Brian went hiking". I am such a lame. Good news is that I already have the next three posts lined up, and it is safe to say they will be quality... Stay tuned.Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-68512746854338772592008-03-22T08:38:00.000-07:002008-03-22T08:50:17.541-07:00The New Name<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-weight: bold;"><span style="font-size:100%;">Introducing the:</span><br />"The Silver Medal"</span></span><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyCnnz7BHuALe7BGgsCsqxFxS2EDa-LlyeLdlzoRLqDZT9iUWc5Ucrdaqqe2bUY2EyPLLDZ4KVlaMPbKb2DtvFzM18OBC4eVSyxSdflqA1JwnhRvI6LanTYYub-dmYjDIggd_BF7fpEnw/s1600-h/Peterson+Backsplash+and+Burb+035.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyCnnz7BHuALe7BGgsCsqxFxS2EDa-LlyeLdlzoRLqDZT9iUWc5Ucrdaqqe2bUY2EyPLLDZ4KVlaMPbKb2DtvFzM18OBC4eVSyxSdflqA1JwnhRvI6LanTYYub-dmYjDIggd_BF7fpEnw/s400/Peterson+Backsplash+and+Burb+035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180591535942598770" border="0" /></a><br /><br />After much deliberation and virtually no help from any of you (except for my good friend Brian Washington, thanks for your help, and yes we will use this to pull trailers cross country en route to AWK concerts) I have used my own creative ability, combined with a little initiative (something you should all consider using occasionally) I came up with this perfect name. She may not be the best, but she's up there. <br /><br />Peace!Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-3717584460703517542008-03-09T10:43:00.001-07:002008-03-09T10:45:17.596-07:00This Just InFor some reason I had a ridiculous setting that only allowed people with google accounts to comment on my posts. I know there are thousands of you reading this without google accounts who would like to comment. Now you can. I changed the setting.<br /><br />Thank you,<br /><br />BrianBrian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-35701743735551756452008-03-08T16:04:00.000-08:002008-03-09T00:24:12.234-08:00Dad, can I borrow the '89 Suburban? Oh nevermind, got my own<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiePJD9hAShtW_3gFKmY9ZwTyZlkqOe-cBEGcL64RKtxBqmUdTAG1k-0VwLlNytLxo9qDLytgycvK28PsTmGT3YBr2NTui7bBIrjJpqUddgP9WX4UQIEbUOOBkty9ZgElQahgTsuEC7a6s/s1600-h/Peterson+Backsplash+and+Burb+018.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175648852354287778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiePJD9hAShtW_3gFKmY9ZwTyZlkqOe-cBEGcL64RKtxBqmUdTAG1k-0VwLlNytLxo9qDLytgycvK28PsTmGT3YBr2NTui7bBIrjJpqUddgP9WX4UQIEbUOOBkty9ZgElQahgTsuEC7a6s/s400/Peterson+Backsplash+and+Burb+018.JPG" border="0" /></a><br />This post's theme song is:<br /><br />"Like a Rock" by Bob <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Seger</span><br /><br />Good luck getting this piece out of your head within the next week.<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sm3ed9Iq2oQ"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sm3ed9Iq2oQ" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />I've always been one for breaking barriers, and at 6:00 pm March 7<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">th</span>, I did just that by purchasing a silver 1989 <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Chevrolet</span> Suburban 1500 Scottsdale edition. Up until now, only high school kids could be seen driving '89 Suburbans. Seriously, and they never appreciate it. These little ingrates drive them by default, and worse yet, they're embarrassed by it! If they only knew.<br /><br />However, there is a small group who aspire to own and operate these perfectly engineered machines..... Number me among those heroes.<br /><br />'<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Burbans</span> made an impact on me right from birth. One of my earliest memories was driving in our family's 1977 white Suburban (never in a car seat, wasn't necessary). How could I forget? That thing was parked in the driveway for nearly half my childhood until one day it was gone (by the way, which one of my sisters totaled that <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">betty</span>?). Many memorable miles were logged in the Suburban. Richard masterfully maneuvered that Chevy through the Olympus Cove, always with one hand on the wheel, and never with a seat belt fastened. Probably the main reason I respect my father so much. I love you Dad!<br /><br />Suburban driving skills must be genetic. Shortly after the ink hit the paper on the bill of sale, I settled into the driver seat, my right hand found the top of the steering wheel that's big enough to direct a cruise ship, the corresponding thumb rebelliously shot to the left and found a cozy spot of it's own. Instinctively, my left elbow settled on the armrest guiding my forearm upright. My fore and middle finger also found a home, that's right, resting on my temple. Just like dad (allegedly). I was born to drive this vehicle!!!<br /><br />This one is for my brothers and sisters, relive it!<br /><br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175636263805143170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLSGedZF8VnHvSrjYketkvOwUunIU67lTIdpHRkzQDHz0ouIOSt8ZVVWyo6NSBurgLcUGar-rkdBoYmhix88o_Lh7sz4ehgHJPxvEurHVITnVVcxEqjhyphenhyphenmloFA_IyzO26aSGTQGTzQWDc/s400/Peterson+Backsplash+and+Burb+014.JPG" border="0" /><br />We can all agree that this beast will be a wonderful addition to the family. Mainly, the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Suburban's</span> purpose will be to fulfill her obligation to Summit Tile and Stone allowing the Tacoma to settle into a less strenuous position. But, aside from serving as a daily work vehicle the '<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">burb</span> will play. Its hard to not already envision a streak of silver and mud sliding through the Utah outdoors, while carrying as many as 45 people at a time. Already this truck is slated to carry half of Hot Property during <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">ragnar</span> '08.</p><br />This is just proof that dreams do come true.<br /><br />At this point, I will <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">solicit</span> your help. A truck of this caliber needs a name. Take a look and tell me what you think.<br /><br />And yes, I know, I am awesome.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_Ka8hw7WnILLx0JOWJuLPwql1Dbfu6FhK8nytv6WQfrpmz6x-332bVzlw_HAx9wlK3-Do_cyqAb6Xqno6giqQ95xcnPo0L7M774IkygTqpj1y5QP3WekxZzCbfyC0jjC4nw8FpdKs2Y/s1600-h/Peterson+Backsplash+and+Burb+016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175647439310047378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgi_Ka8hw7WnILLx0JOWJuLPwql1Dbfu6FhK8nytv6WQfrpmz6x-332bVzlw_HAx9wlK3-Do_cyqAb6Xqno6giqQ95xcnPo0L7M774IkygTqpj1y5QP3WekxZzCbfyC0jjC4nw8FpdKs2Y/s400/Peterson+Backsplash+and+Burb+016.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYWGD1dKQ13UZmF2GRCm5EBHi6veDLOI6GKZSdqN6jD_pBdHESFGOqMmjwxpV3TzxS8zdY1VT93orxdY1DVNcopUeBWOvIY5rF57OnBQmPIqDc-fjnMVer5C-PvrDkyRZhfkDRB33WR8/s1600-h/Peterson+Backsplash+and+Burb+021.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175649814426962098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHYWGD1dKQ13UZmF2GRCm5EBHi6veDLOI6GKZSdqN6jD_pBdHESFGOqMmjwxpV3TzxS8zdY1VT93orxdY1DVNcopUeBWOvIY5rF57OnBQmPIqDc-fjnMVer5C-PvrDkyRZhfkDRB33WR8/s400/Peterson+Backsplash+and+Burb+021.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVtq2AFeEr6bvhWdd45Qur5OkJ5YjkOpT4EWALxRGdj4F69OyG4dQBBDr8ZN8PblsbdYuyVQadI2do3HFUlpviHLOzEshoJr7PpvjO0Xud6lK6wWWUTPaW4CseYjS8Nx1hrNz-1xePdog/s1600-h/Peterson+Backsplash+and+Burb+023.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175651519528978642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhVtq2AFeEr6bvhWdd45Qur5OkJ5YjkOpT4EWALxRGdj4F69OyG4dQBBDr8ZN8PblsbdYuyVQadI2do3HFUlpviHLOzEshoJr7PpvjO0Xud6lK6wWWUTPaW4CseYjS8Nx1hrNz-1xePdog/s400/Peterson+Backsplash+and+Burb+023.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaajILkml_76sE276EsYhXgAmw-Y_TAruVMxO8h3xFrM29lIiwnkbbOdoymVdGTTa7ZHHvaeFHquAPulimR9YHecYRGyZvC7_kEGPymM3gvxBsFXRNPREugaAeIgCxMIvZy5RAS5xKa1M/s1600-h/Peterson+Backsplash+and+Burb+033.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175652442946947298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaajILkml_76sE276EsYhXgAmw-Y_TAruVMxO8h3xFrM29lIiwnkbbOdoymVdGTTa7ZHHvaeFHquAPulimR9YHecYRGyZvC7_kEGPymM3gvxBsFXRNPREugaAeIgCxMIvZy5RAS5xKa1M/s400/Peterson+Backsplash+and+Burb+033.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjteMhQT9qYmyId34Hz_GIWIH5qfQk4IAO2a4wZi-yTbLIQR_VpAigl-KfMgYfGYpHELy6pVhrRBWLnyCEMwZJvqOJICMLtQH-O1bS__5D-R4m0zmklD_JqTYSk_9VKE320GSAcGJYLSa8/s1600-h/Peterson+Backsplash+and+Burb+027.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175653323415242994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjteMhQT9qYmyId34Hz_GIWIH5qfQk4IAO2a4wZi-yTbLIQR_VpAigl-KfMgYfGYpHELy6pVhrRBWLnyCEMwZJvqOJICMLtQH-O1bS__5D-R4m0zmklD_JqTYSk_9VKE320GSAcGJYLSa8/s400/Peterson+Backsplash+and+Burb+027.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br />You can probably notice the 135 lbs of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">diamond</span> plate that adorns much of the interior and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">exterior</span>. A nice touch I thought. Jealous, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Mexicans</span>?Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-19629132732899011252008-03-06T13:32:00.000-08:002008-03-06T13:33:22.267-08:00Another BlogThis will be a good one for you to check out from time to time.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.summittileandstone.blogspot.com/">www.summittileandstone.blogspot.com</a><br /><br />Thank you,<br /><br />BrianBrian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-9003323480664489502008-02-27T06:40:00.000-08:002008-03-02T14:15:43.113-08:00Babies Having BabiesSong to listen to while reading this post:<br /><br />The Doggy bounce by The Crazy Dawgggz<br /><br />special thanks to the Flight of the Conchords<br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2xE2M3RJJXA"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2xE2M3RJJXA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object><br /><br />Recently my loyal yellow lab, Hank, sired his 25th puppy (that we know of), with my other yellow lab, Hanna. These dogs represent everything that is wrong with society.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUG2p4Jk7kq2RI8L_f5_uickUGv5t5GQ8bypw0fXEZrbUIYPPEcGFuonn4pqVfVKF2lZxGsq5lWkhHwFZ5wCMxba8SB0fL9cY53dJpHsCgJaTJIZaej2li7i1WJkomWjjfkXrPwGRlGII/s1600-h/pupps+020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173255817038961298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUG2p4Jk7kq2RI8L_f5_uickUGv5t5GQ8bypw0fXEZrbUIYPPEcGFuonn4pqVfVKF2lZxGsq5lWkhHwFZ5wCMxba8SB0fL9cY53dJpHsCgJaTJIZaej2li7i1WJkomWjjfkXrPwGRlGII/s320/pupps+020.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Hank<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh96qrmPn6Ee7Ms9fhrBzmoFoHkT2DXiatlSjsP-5QGgmAtmazaLdp3ZDkLiePZAMgP_kPV9RLiHT_61Xjhouy8RvxQoIsxOWJW_WE-kIi08TYk0L-5QYzGs_-2WQFEtqUSqXyKOTYmeg/s1600-h/pupps+005.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173256366794775202" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh96qrmPn6Ee7Ms9fhrBzmoFoHkT2DXiatlSjsP-5QGgmAtmazaLdp3ZDkLiePZAMgP_kPV9RLiHT_61Xjhouy8RvxQoIsxOWJW_WE-kIi08TYk0L-5QYzGs_-2WQFEtqUSqXyKOTYmeg/s320/pupps+005.JPG" border="0" /></a></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">Hanna</span><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p>At this point it is hard for me to believe that Hank respects the responsibility that comes with fatherhood. He doesn't put much thought beyond conception. To his credit, out of 25 offspring he has been a decent role model for at least one of his children. For the past 8 months he has been a good buddy to his son Memo. However, he's still a dead beat dad, who thankfully isn't required to come up with child support. Shawn Kemp and Travis Henry think Hank needs to keep it in his pants. </p><br /><br /><p>Hanna on the other hand is the poster child for motherhood.................28% of the time. The other 72.5% of the time I'm pretty sure she is contemplating eating her children. Seriously, she hates them, hates me, hates Hank, loves Jackie. And when they're off to their new homes, she doesn't seem to mind too much. </p><br /><br /><p>Horrible parents. All about the sex.</p><br /><br /><p>They make some cute puppies though, eventually. Early on these young dogs look like young lab rats/dead piglets. Doesn't make them any less of a hit with the general public. If we charged a cover fee to view the dogs, we could potentially earn money. So far, there have been 475 visitors to look at the new rodents. </p><p>Here's some pictures of my favorites:<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIQegnHx0bxNt7ggVkyu4YrctWzmK6CyqvbQp0de_JSjW8A4bquj2QPFIIGfFyueL1SWcSbNx-s4qicoie0JhBZC5NYxlzTYxdVwCedS6P4SrT4J4Ts1v-RKFHTUElx4SZnOyNBWA3-U/s1600-h/Jace,+Britt,+and+the+pups+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173261598064941746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiIQegnHx0bxNt7ggVkyu4YrctWzmK6CyqvbQp0de_JSjW8A4bquj2QPFIIGfFyueL1SWcSbNx-s4qicoie0JhBZC5NYxlzTYxdVwCedS6P4SrT4J4Ts1v-RKFHTUElx4SZnOyNBWA3-U/s320/Jace,+Britt,+and+the+pups+002.JPG" border="0" /></a></p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><p><span style="font-size:180%;">Jace</span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></p><br /><p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:180%;"></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:180%;">Britt</span><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173263556570028754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjjLx05NueW1NQw4uAvJ_3JnqaOB6TO5pLEhW2Tf41m37S3_AX8Y8e7QvmQo-foyUGa8N0cv6f6CcIJRx-Psdmz5bzVzP4pjNU9kthtRWdUZQaJWLd-fiwQQ5k7g8LXg-Ynqq1IY0iIIO0/s320/Jace,+Britt,+and+the+pups+005.JPG" border="0" /> </p><p>If you are interested in being a proud owner of one of these pedigreed pups, act now! This will be the last litter to come from this sire and dam. Already scheduled is the demise of these dogs baby making organs. Hanna will barely survive this batch and one more would do her in for sure. That is too much to ask of the bitch (that's right). And Hank has continually proven that he has no interest in being a daddy.</p><p>Owners from other litters have given rave reviews of their champion labs.</p><p>"Brian, can I borrow your extra bark collar?" -Greg Robbins owner of Barkley (2nd litter)</p><p>"Remember kids, don't let Uncle Brian know we gave the dog away." -Cathy Birch former owner of Mazy (1st litter)</p><p>"Can dogs have down syndrome?" -Brian Robbins owner of Hank and Hanna (pro creators) </p><p>Without further ado, a picture of the litter: </p><p><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBcsR2vndmk7TzR5AJaXJyO_SmnQniVby69V1duR9Pt4aEjTdHOnmAhwZi6Sf9J6nuSgpwYiijBA6neDmdBA1LnpaSrwqhlqTok5iQHXDMiAVJ2yvvfAFzeYNGIxlb_sUrcbHmh5LgLZc/s1600-h/pupps+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173268216609544930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBcsR2vndmk7TzR5AJaXJyO_SmnQniVby69V1duR9Pt4aEjTdHOnmAhwZi6Sf9J6nuSgpwYiijBA6neDmdBA1LnpaSrwqhlqTok5iQHXDMiAVJ2yvvfAFzeYNGIxlb_sUrcbHmh5LgLZc/s400/pupps+002.JPG" border="0" /></a></p>Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-85678702119169766942008-02-24T17:13:00.000-08:002008-02-24T18:09:40.178-08:00Feel the Rain on Your Skin...(Jr. Jazz '08 wrap up)<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizcQ3Y5b5-lHeodT1lSN0hY6oj5_VcsSw53kBqqVIZvIOY2T102S3zcBL7-pTT1bvGDr7uWxj_MrZZSQHHdpVIp5UJJ8MAKTbSVRBqDyiaY_hbJOU_orRffApREH-7JhGy71-5s5BjBWQ/s1600-h/sportsmanship+002.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170733752178673090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizcQ3Y5b5-lHeodT1lSN0hY6oj5_VcsSw53kBqqVIZvIOY2T102S3zcBL7-pTT1bvGDr7uWxj_MrZZSQHHdpVIp5UJJ8MAKTbSVRBqDyiaY_hbJOU_orRffApREH-7JhGy71-5s5BjBWQ/s400/sportsmanship+002.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div>What does feeling rain on your skin have to do with anything? A lyric.....a powerful lyric that is part of a theme song for the 2008 raging clues. As a team the Clues began several games by chanting these lyrics. Watch this video and really listen to the words, not with your ears, but with your ear drums, and hearts. You will then know why:<br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bze7gY0dVEw&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><br /><br /><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bze7gY0dVEw&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"></embed></object></div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>The '08 Midvale Jr. Jazz season can be summarized in one word: Unwritten....if unwritten means dribbling off your foot twice a possesion, opposing coaches going Bobby Knight on their less skilled players, teenage refs calling charging because the signal is fun to do, me asking opposing coaches to not have their 6'4" fifteen year old with a beard, full court press our 5' 0'' point guard who just learned how to dribble with one hand a week ago, and 10 kids all learning within a period of 8 weeks that failure is ok.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>The Raging Clues finished the season just like my brother Mark predicted, with one win. The win came right after 5 losses. If I was any sort of a basketball coach, we could have finished 3-5. But instead we are the 2007 Miami Dolphins. </div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div>However, we do have one edge on the Dolphins. At seasons end I succesfully coached my team to the best sportsmanship award. I won't lie, it felt really good to earn that. It made me really proud of my team. Throughout the season we really only had one team rule: Don't do the Tim Duncan!!!!!!!!!!!<a href="http://assets.espn.go.com/media/apphoto/5b023195-9e97-43cd-808a-1ff7ad319498.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://assets.espn.go.com/media/apphoto/5b023195-9e97-43cd-808a-1ff7ad319498.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Of course everyone on the planet hates Tim Duncan, so most of you know what I am referring to as the "Tim Duncan". In case you don't here is how you do it.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>1. Get a foul called on you. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>2. Turn to look at the ref.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>3. Put your hands about 6" from the side of your hips with your palms facing forward. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>4. Have a look of pure surprise and innocence on your face.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>5. Be a homo.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I feel like that one rule single handedly won us the sportsmanship award. No small feat considering there were 16 teams in the league. As a reward for our model citizenship we will get to go to Energy Solutions Arena as a team and have a party in our honor. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>All in all it was a great experience. This was a fun team full of little bastards (litterally bastards, I think 2 of the kids actually had dads.) We laughed a lot and cried a lot, but mostly we felt the rain on our skin.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Congrats and thank you '08 Raging Clues.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170733180948022706" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7HYaDiffBfGhPuXKcFQawH6mCdQH3rvIL_0R-kEzuy_AgDHPraorlY-n-nQoj9juZDxmC_aFw3_L5HT4L7tK9Y1e216XsEbAESI-gE_PYIaQdFs8X4vsPGZ-kTq2tsRnKq13594aYbXY/s400/sportsmanship+008.JPG" border="0" /></div></div>Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-67794063891322765392008-02-16T10:12:00.000-08:002008-02-16T14:36:37.011-08:00HIgh Country Big Time Hunting (semi-fictional)Like I said earlier, there really is no off season to the bow hunt. Everything that occurs between the end of December and mid August contributes to the goal of cutting a tag on a mulie buck or and elk of some sort. That is what it's all about. However, opportunities arise during the year that eclipse that goal.<br /><br />Not too many people know this, but the state of Utah consistently produces world-class jack rabbits. As long as I can remember, I have had a deep respect for these majestic animals. The chance to hunt jacks in a premium area has eluded me until very recently. No doubt my prayers had been answered when I found out I was going to have a shot at hunting rabbits near Levan, Utah.<br /><br />Anticipation was great leading up to the 15th of February. Two of my closest friends (who happen to know the habits and patterns of trophy jack rabbits better than most) and myself left Salt Lake City early in the morning. After a scenic drive to the obscure parts of central Utah, we finally arrived at base camp.<br /><br /><br /><a href="http://www.rockin7ranch.com/grafix/frontlodgebuttonII.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://www.rockin7ranch.com/grafix/frontlodgebuttonII.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><div>We were well pleased with the accomadations afforded us upon arrival at the High Country Jack Rabbit Outfitters Lodge. But, we were well aware that these comforts would be but for a short time. Ahead of us was the rough terrain these ghosts of animals that only a few million people have seen call home. We're talking mildly rolling hills, covered in sage brush that towered to heights that seemed to reach mid thigh. Not to mention that we were there in the heart of a harsh Utah winter. Many a times the snow would be at depths that covered my low top hiking shoes completely. Wind gusts of up to 9 mph were not rare as we set out on day one. (And by day one, I mean the only day we were there). Despite the time of year, the sun broke through the clouds, reflecting off the random patches of snow causing our faces to turn maybe an extra shade of red. All of this was worth it, we knew what laid ahead.</div><br /><br /><br /><div><img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.summitpost.org/images/medium/270903.jpg" border="0" /></div></div><br /><br /><br /><p>We headed to an area where our guides had seen some big jacks feeding the night before. Above is a picture of how I imagined we looked as we journeyed into the rabbit hot spot. Even though the hike felt like it went on for at least 14 minutes, we were to our spot in just under 11 minutes. We were ahead of schedule and in great position. Spirits were high. </p><p>Even though we were several yards from any sign of civilaztion the area seemed very populated with spotters and guides that would assist me in finding that perfect buck (and yes, male rabbits are called buck, females are does, but interestingly enough their young are reffered to as kittens.....cute). Patience would be key. </p><p>At first the action was slow. 4 1/2 minutes had already passed and I was beginning to wonder about the area. Sure there was fresh sign, but no movement. Another 33 seconds passed and I was about to give up. That is when all hell broke loose. About 15 yards ahead of me I heard a great commotion in the sage. I wasn't 100% sure what I was hearing until I caught the movement in my peripheral vision. Quickly I swung to look and saw a monster jack rabbit making tracks. He was really moving and was offering me a quartering away shot. Shoot! Shoot! was all I heard, butI didn't need to. This was my trophy, my moment, and I knew it immideately. </p><p>By the time I leveled my trusty Remington 12 guage that I had owned for so many hours, the mature buck had made it out to 20 yards. Most people will tell you that this is an unethical shot and should never be taken, but I knew what me and my ol' gun were capable of. Besides, I had Lorin not far to my left ready to make a follow up shot with a Beneli that he had shot many (6) times. </p><p>It was now or never. Giving this bunny a generous lead I squoze the trigger. The spray of the shotgun hit right where I planned, the head, neck, breast, chest, hind quarter, front and back leg area. Just like my dad always taught me.<br /></p><p>"You dropped him!" Lorin yelled. I thought to myself, well of course. But, a rabbit of this caliber wasn't done yet. We got into close quarters of the wounded rabbit. He was doing the Homer Simpson dance, and we knew that if we got too close, he might make eye contact. My next shot would have to count. It did. The smoke cleared and there at my feet lie the trophy of a lifetime. We were all safe. </p><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGCVBVjvpLCzLpC2i4Z_4yq86b5d_uNO5zenEea2b6Dk9lPd1lr0rkTAEWUWenJfb3Aa7gdvZRHJnornhiu8WBL_ioo8oXuSXq1GgCBV7errCusmOxWRYF0KNAHXAGJsgn_Y-MmG_hLI/s1600-h/pheasant+hunt+019.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167660728848188738" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHGCVBVjvpLCzLpC2i4Z_4yq86b5d_uNO5zenEea2b6Dk9lPd1lr0rkTAEWUWenJfb3Aa7gdvZRHJnornhiu8WBL_ioo8oXuSXq1GgCBV7errCusmOxWRYF0KNAHXAGJsgn_Y-MmG_hLI/s400/pheasant+hunt+019.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p>Scores on this bunny are pending. Mostly, we are all trying to figure out exactly how to score a rabbit. How much fur? Is that it? Not sure, but this one should do well. Here are some more pics of a job well done.</p><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><p>(above) The author posing with his "guide" Lorin.<br /></p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167701883224819026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNHUPR8bXjLAaJJUWmN55OLxT4u13jmK1CJnwUolKyVFXRrU8IvvwLlmgrK-8BGBh4TzT961lAUBS5MnYfI1GMs7DYXobNUnJgRjS5te_jJ_KWqBPo4ojDtZTZyZK1OhN_b7k8PVE4zWc/s400/pheasant+hunt+018.JPG" border="0" /></p></div></div></div><br /><div>(above) a proffesionaly done snap shot. This one really illustrates that this particular rabbit had ears.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitDnzRvL3Nfar-tZUzRGhoQyZ12c2sy4rDf0cWva2UviiROez4KJB3aAz5klI2XOIyRz_vTfspDtPTo1Slg0qFInG-u_9kM7NtWrkCUPUaEukt_NEpi-pCWKvtiV0PuT8HhttLmZknQ1s/s1600-h/pheasant+hunt+016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167708750877525410" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEitDnzRvL3Nfar-tZUzRGhoQyZ12c2sy4rDf0cWva2UviiROez4KJB3aAz5klI2XOIyRz_vTfspDtPTo1Slg0qFInG-u_9kM7NtWrkCUPUaEukt_NEpi-pCWKvtiV0PuT8HhttLmZknQ1s/s400/pheasant+hunt+016.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><div>(over there->) Another picture of me admiring my quarry.</div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMEqEpg9i1715vgV2DtbBedxf2Crl9bBL9M6hfCnvnXpf1ULuwVDpCMGkP3z4PSHp6nqlEbNRirJnknguJVYlMqoxPRIyc4M54ihci-4DxH_iSAFUNUMqyeEPaTF3vqZVGKwyOsxeTkkk/s1600-h/pheasant+hunt+015.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167704258341733746" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMEqEpg9i1715vgV2DtbBedxf2Crl9bBL9M6hfCnvnXpf1ULuwVDpCMGkP3z4PSHp6nqlEbNRirJnknguJVYlMqoxPRIyc4M54ihci-4DxH_iSAFUNUMqyeEPaTF3vqZVGKwyOsxeTkkk/s400/pheasant+hunt+015.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><p>(left) Just to leave no doubt about who harvested this rabbit, another very similar picture of me posing with the rabbit that I shot with my gun.</p><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><br /><p></p><br /><br /><p>On a separate note: Even though this was a premium limited entry rabbit area, there were a few pheasants hanging around. We were fortunate enough to concentrate some efforts on birds. One of the funnest things around. Another special thanks to Brian Washington and Timpanogas Pools for making all of my wildest dreams come true.</p><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167706654933484930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh5cRTKeIEfFb28XGcDbXCEVwaHAZ7P2bLmFHzeC9wzx4rkTV6lxof7-U776yqvwwCzw9juVmXkd8iEM6HuXkZSn4I_TXod7IFkqnJtoWv-1pSiK_XsjUGQc6rdzSsXR1v9Eq8BddU4otM/s400/pheasant+hunt+021.JPG" border="0" /></p></div><div>As you can see we put some birds down. A good effort for all concerned.</div><div> </div><div> </div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdSwXU5vTeEc7qKGaeMywt3BVXHtWpO_T_DJfBWSUt6iLOcwIBEFf-sPtiRU3APM2-xSk9HFFtAvtARmC4WEdW-NQm29lt4IJJEe34YkMSt1ke_FhPZoaXPpMa_slWO9gKUpyLfznxiU/s1600-h/pheasant+hunt+020.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5167707251933939090" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhdSwXU5vTeEc7qKGaeMywt3BVXHtWpO_T_DJfBWSUt6iLOcwIBEFf-sPtiRU3APM2-xSk9HFFtAvtARmC4WEdW-NQm29lt4IJJEe34YkMSt1ke_FhPZoaXPpMa_slWO9gKUpyLfznxiU/s400/pheasant+hunt+020.JPG" border="0" /></a>Here is a dandy rooster that I made the shot of my career on.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>One of the best days ever.</div>Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-2126882294507074552008-02-10T13:50:00.000-08:002008-02-10T17:15:49.649-08:00Preview to Spring<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCTTlAf6zaBAmkkcEOO1J5QlPhMdnmBm7d0GssbadyJvd1PS1CS5BRT_eQgFsg4azx5-lJWBu5_eeh0Dh3_juUJpHW5JetLOaeUx9hmHzz6ge7OEXsrb8vOYTaxyCo6jTVuJsRC8wJ9g0/s1600-h/Archery+2-10+048.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCTTlAf6zaBAmkkcEOO1J5QlPhMdnmBm7d0GssbadyJvd1PS1CS5BRT_eQgFsg4azx5-lJWBu5_eeh0Dh3_juUJpHW5JetLOaeUx9hmHzz6ge7OEXsrb8vOYTaxyCo6jTVuJsRC8wJ9g0/s400/Archery+2-10+048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165475226149684514" border="0"></a>Can't complain about today's weather! Not sure what the exact temperature is in Salt Lake, but it feels like 70 degrees.<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuuf1sU1NePq_gikRnQMDaTObjJMdYFAWphSrnCpnS5n1lRhH_VdnM4BYFavuf4WQW57x2BZWfT4ILBfY3h0iCiL2ZeKGdtvsnjaPPOR61UflSJWh3cb-20gs5DCxsjRGxxqSi4wZnWck/s1600-h/Archery+2-10+008.JPG"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwPAoptUqEVlLwKr-q-ptiP_V4vSgHMKdSni2AmlMDIuP8MddJAudtyC5vjSdlFN0z0U0CgpUm-3tIPqWSxeA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe></a><br /><br />Man it was nice to go shoot outside for a minute. If I can get all the way over my target panic, my life would be complete. Archery will be 100% fun again. Here are some more good looking still shots of me archerizing the block, which needs to be replaced.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoR8A0XXf_OQkpUIeclSOaGnexuu3sG6CeohHNHNrAhggxeEDQTL6V6F5sF_o02KTaiSzIbsbM7VWkX3UGqxjuhqJ2J9fpVYdcOy03Wr-oJgUgvv3tUP9GtsGOuoFBrNhRlckWCUJgHMQ/s1600-h/Archery+2-10+011.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgoR8A0XXf_OQkpUIeclSOaGnexuu3sG6CeohHNHNrAhggxeEDQTL6V6F5sF_o02KTaiSzIbsbM7VWkX3UGqxjuhqJ2J9fpVYdcOy03Wr-oJgUgvv3tUP9GtsGOuoFBrNhRlckWCUJgHMQ/s400/Archery+2-10+011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165474208242435346" border="0"></a><br /><br />How attractive would you say I am????<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuuf1sU1NePq_gikRnQMDaTObjJMdYFAWphSrnCpnS5n1lRhH_VdnM4BYFavuf4WQW57x2BZWfT4ILBfY3h0iCiL2ZeKGdtvsnjaPPOR61UflSJWh3cb-20gs5DCxsjRGxxqSi4wZnWck/s1600-h/Archery+2-10+008.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiuuf1sU1NePq_gikRnQMDaTObjJMdYFAWphSrnCpnS5n1lRhH_VdnM4BYFavuf4WQW57x2BZWfT4ILBfY3h0iCiL2ZeKGdtvsnjaPPOR61UflSJWh3cb-20gs5DCxsjRGxxqSi4wZnWck/s400/Archery+2-10+008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165476364316017970" border="0"></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />How attractive are the bows???? Got to love Hoyts!<br /><br />This beautiful day does wonders for the soul. Makes me look forward to logging the hiking miles this spring and summer and fall.Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-76428162788460562252008-02-05T19:26:00.000-08:002008-02-05T20:13:06.881-08:00You Gotta Love It Baby!D Will? More like D Kill!<br /><br /><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bM53-Y5Kybc&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bM53-Y5Kybc&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.blogger.com/%3Cobject%20width=" 425="" height="355">"></a><br /><br />I've always thought CP3 was a homo. Turns out I am right. Kyle Korver has won our hearts. He made 6 from behind the arch. Amazing. He's our new Horny! (Hornacek).<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nba.com/media/act_kyle_korver.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.nba.com/media/act_kyle_korver.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>This was an awesome game. Mark and I were lucky enough to score tickets. We knew we had to be there. And not just be there, but be there sleeveless.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoOGlTcSEtRWOo0Vr3nbPOTE5W9v7YjZiE-sI3THnp6QKgWPNIzk05yV1bhG7qppW2NGS1rtLWcHzdgvWTKyb-l5lGUy-51m13t8F_SFnZ5anECtlhKjuhYAjAMT1NyacgwSrmb_1uECQ/s1600-h/2-5-08+017.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoOGlTcSEtRWOo0Vr3nbPOTE5W9v7YjZiE-sI3THnp6QKgWPNIzk05yV1bhG7qppW2NGS1rtLWcHzdgvWTKyb-l5lGUy-51m13t8F_SFnZ5anECtlhKjuhYAjAMT1NyacgwSrmb_1uECQ/s400/2-5-08+017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163705769419265906" border="0" /></a>As you can see, it worked wonders.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj802dg-xsW9i-2W-h8KqTvkPONzDvIqExVzNOcddZm7s9tB7MNoMcMdBGitd8BKz0niK0oKscQfpQXZill1Y4yulGPVI8vuvKnxEbnphcwOGDIJcQ94UyDFb8L6j-zBPe0ZzABYLcsaz0/s1600-h/2-5-08+018.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj802dg-xsW9i-2W-h8KqTvkPONzDvIqExVzNOcddZm7s9tB7MNoMcMdBGitd8BKz0niK0oKscQfpQXZill1Y4yulGPVI8vuvKnxEbnphcwOGDIJcQ94UyDFb8L6j-zBPe0ZzABYLcsaz0/s400/2-5-08+018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163708303449970562" border="0" /></a><br />Special thanks to the Washington bro's for the tickets: and a very special thanks to Brian Washington for going sleeveless with us.<br /><br />Probably would have been a top 5 game ever attended anyway, but the halftime show put it over the top. Jr. Dancers! Hot Property!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5RKle-vtIDC3omx2jzkB7rwfWl8JpGVOMjD92xQKoNN5uS4NPl0KIuwUYuKh1FNYoe4FjN8ptxDA-8P2bE-54Rk7V1ictV0DAEv6tO0MF9tW4fDtoNfJu2X9g6ecwzJ9XSns-KUcUIY/s1600-h/2-5-08+020.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF5RKle-vtIDC3omx2jzkB7rwfWl8JpGVOMjD92xQKoNN5uS4NPl0KIuwUYuKh1FNYoe4FjN8ptxDA-8P2bE-54Rk7V1ictV0DAEv6tO0MF9tW4fDtoNfJu2X9g6ecwzJ9XSns-KUcUIY/s400/2-5-08+020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163709845343229842" border="0" /></a>Here's Mark, being stupid I guess:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0nXPKPt0dEEdqq0WImllsGTbZh-9syQCSW8acX7YC2ft91bPZ43MWjYTo4k4LoudRVTB3FIV7jVCN0mN8261zbsDsA1rtIIwlKrn91uTkG1MCvqHBWwyk__QGJZlKFh5Lt_J46anEOo/s1600-h/2-5-08+023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhE0nXPKPt0dEEdqq0WImllsGTbZh-9syQCSW8acX7YC2ft91bPZ43MWjYTo4k4LoudRVTB3FIV7jVCN0mN8261zbsDsA1rtIIwlKrn91uTkG1MCvqHBWwyk__QGJZlKFh5Lt_J46anEOo/s400/2-5-08+023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163711309927077794" border="0" /></a>Wait to go Jazz, shock the world. They make the "off" season a lot better. Michael told me today that he has a testimony of the Jazz. Well Michael, I too know that the Jazz are the truest and best team in the association and that they are a true way to happiness.<br /><br />Amen.......................Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-16459149062982707022008-01-29T18:17:00.000-08:002008-02-03T20:37:34.404-08:00RAGNAR to huntAt this point I am pretty psyched about RAGNAR. 5 months away, but a killer way to prepare for the hunt. Will help pass the time. 12 of us are going to run from Logan to Park City in a relay fashion. Last year was one of the most amazing experiences ever. I really didn't know what to expect going in, but now that I know what it's all about I have Christmas time anticipation going on.<br />Our team will be known as Hot Property! Our name comes from a stand up skit done by the very funny Norm MacDonald. He talks about how every band to ever compete on "Star Search" was named Hot Property! I actually found this clip of a band named Hot Property! This is exactly how a band with that name should look and perform, and these are the exact songs they should sing. It would be nice to think that the Ragnar team "Hot Property" is the running world's equivalent of America's favorite corporate band. Would it really be out of line to claim that? I think I will put their set list on my ipod to listen to while I run. Enjoy this clip, and please watch all of it.<br /><br /><object height="355" width="425"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xj8_bAypozw&rel=1"><param name="wmode" value="transparent"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Xj8_bAypozw&rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"></embed><br />Our team is the ultimate line up of some of my favorite people.<br /><br />Van 1: Cathy, Rob, Mark, Sarah, me, and the beautiful Brittny. She is a babe and I look forward to having her experience this with me.<br /><br />Van 2: Greg, Susan, Michael, Justin, Garrett, and possibly Gary depending on his knees.<br /><br />I will keep updates of my training and team news. For now, take a look at my legs!<br /></object><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/wasatchback/raceimages/maps/leg6.jpg" alt="" border="0" />My first leg is classified as "very hard" and described as "knee jarring" Take a look at that descent. I'll let gravity do most of the work.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/wasatchback/raceimages/maps/leg18.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/wasatchback/raceimages/maps/leg18.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br />Now I got to pick up some elevation. One of my favorite things to do, whether hunting or running.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/wasatchback/raceimages/maps/leg30.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.ragnarrelay.com/wasatchback/raceimages/maps/leg30.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>A nice little 5K to end it all. I should be plenty tired by now and if it is like last year I will run this one early in the morn'. No running in the dark for me. Maybe.<br /><br /><br /><br /><img src="file:///C:/Users/Robinegg/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" />Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-30638591446542755992008-01-29T14:26:00.000-08:002008-01-29T14:37:18.192-08:00U SUCCJust got this e mail the other day:<br /><pre><tt><tt>Dear BRIAN :<br /></tt></tt><br /><tt><tt>Thank you for your recent application for the Turkey Draw. Your<br />results are:<br /><br />Appl # Hunt Result<br />---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br />542903 PU-170, PU-171 TURKEY UNSUCCESSFUL<br />---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br /><br />Only a $10 handling fee was charged; therefore you will not receive a<br />refund. </tt></tt></pre>So, I will not be providing the main course for Thanksgiving this year. Unless you need me to buy it at the store.<br /><br />I bet I will only draw one tag this year anyway, general archery deer. It's a pretty good participation prize, so I am not complaining.<br /><br />And just to make this post not totally lame, I will post a random picture:<br /><br /><pre><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdKq6xrb0yEnhiH_a1x8E2ZmVl-xfum__1m2o2uoH9v-gYiws9CYszTc3_oNwwef6Hr5pxFG2xKYOAAfCicDgxo_O58L8at_QoMSG7s_o9DVZW8mlqG2WMkt2z2g7x9sjj9ggvRJVwhE/s1600-h/069.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjDdKq6xrb0yEnhiH_a1x8E2ZmVl-xfum__1m2o2uoH9v-gYiws9CYszTc3_oNwwef6Hr5pxFG2xKYOAAfCicDgxo_O58L8at_QoMSG7s_o9DVZW8mlqG2WMkt2z2g7x9sjj9ggvRJVwhE/s400/069.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5161030743528232802" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family: verdana;">Oops made it even more lame.</span><br /><tt><tt> </tt></tt></pre>Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-23361246388152475702008-01-29T00:21:00.001-08:002008-01-29T00:40:27.608-08:00The Raging CluesWhen I asked if anyone knew what I was doing in the picture from the previous post, my brother Mark's guess was: "coaching the worst Jr. Jazz basketball team ever?" He was 100% correct. Alright, maybe not the worst ever, I was once on a team that lost 66-6. But the "Raging Clues" are pretty bad. Pretty much the team consists of a group of kids that live near the bungalow and belong to broken homes (for the most part). 9th and 10th graders. One of the most frustrating things I have ever done, but a lot of fun. The games are classic. Comedy at it's finest. So far this season we are 0-4. But we are in 2nd place in the sportsmanship category. Kind of proud of that. We also have a black kid on the team!<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">The "Clues" after snatching defeat from the Hands of victory. We actually had a 10 point lead early on in this game. I like my pants too.<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguewJ0lFsy5RggERtp_v1UXJsPGKM9fjyGTKWpo-u5qm7_1n7y184QY8tqJAUSD7dft8wf9moXNafFyXi00b-rkvEJIyyY2kJK0pECPuMRWS7rLtj09latI4hCBx7EtuHZb0Nonnis7mU/s1600-h/086.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEguewJ0lFsy5RggERtp_v1UXJsPGKM9fjyGTKWpo-u5qm7_1n7y184QY8tqJAUSD7dft8wf9moXNafFyXi00b-rkvEJIyyY2kJK0pECPuMRWS7rLtj09latI4hCBx7EtuHZb0Nonnis7mU/s400/086.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160811485447771970" border="0" /></a>"The Raging Clues"<br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8F3cHSVEDtWYhXhunuVFGskW9y89FccmPi4Wv0LOrOOk-yRxzw9iq5O5-kKhQbe6OUlPb-5lRTqu3B4Z_Zeb8XtoECAkc9CBZ0HgiH73HlOp_PoV9YrJ5G9lIwcrM2y2KUQbLco3vhMg/s1600-h/051.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8F3cHSVEDtWYhXhunuVFGskW9y89FccmPi4Wv0LOrOOk-yRxzw9iq5O5-kKhQbe6OUlPb-5lRTqu3B4Z_Zeb8XtoECAkc9CBZ0HgiH73HlOp_PoV9YrJ5G9lIwcrM2y2KUQbLco3vhMg/s400/051.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160811498332673874" border="0" /></a>A good way to pass the time. Just my way to give back to the community.Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-76779059789960240702008-01-28T01:11:00.000-08:002008-01-28T01:16:23.339-08:00Its Been A While (sang in Nuge voice)Just a quick update to let all know that I am still alive. Now have a laptop so I will be better suited to blog. Here is an update of things to come.<br /><br />One way I pass the time in the off season:<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQhI_o5FPIybFK7UaSHfypInVOrxIxpU2JMC_srDHAt4Xd6MI_TVRtM0BpYLPccbANSi4vFd6zfdIloESmJAbFxepnILUkx6t5DqoED42on7HqvCmGXW0HDEKR12ZMyIAULlVoVilP8Yg/s1600-h/038.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQhI_o5FPIybFK7UaSHfypInVOrxIxpU2JMC_srDHAt4Xd6MI_TVRtM0BpYLPccbANSi4vFd6zfdIloESmJAbFxepnILUkx6t5DqoED42on7HqvCmGXW0HDEKR12ZMyIAULlVoVilP8Yg/s400/038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160453306650122034" border="0" /></a><br />Can you tell what I am doing in this picture? It has nothing to do with hunting, but everything to do with hillarityBrian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-9826900898202120462008-01-10T15:38:00.001-08:002008-01-10T15:43:11.286-08:00In the GameCome on big money, no whammy, no whammy....<br /><br />Thank you for submitting your online application for the <span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); cursor: pointer;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1200008385_0">Utah</span> 2008 Big Game Draw.<br /><br />Here is your Session ID and Confirmation Number.<br />Session ID: 40npgxiypf4erg2cmj3gb4uj<br />Confirmation #: 828406<br /><br />If you have any questions regarding your online application, you may view your application information at <a target="_blank" href="http://www.sci-nevada.com/webutapps/"><span class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1200008385_1">http://www.sci-nevada.com/webutapps/</span></a><br /><br />Application Details<br />Customer ID: 5076854<br />Brian C Robbins<br /><span style="border-bottom: 1px dashed rgb(0, 102, 204); background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; cursor: pointer; -moz-background-clip: -moz-initial; -moz-background-origin: -moz-initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: -moz-initial;" class="yshortcuts" id="lw_1200008385_2">2460 Bengal Blvd<br />Salt Lake City, UT</span> 841215154<br />US<br /><br />You own a License, with a License Number of xxxxxxxx<br /><br /><br />Hunt Choice(s)<br /><table cellpadding="0"><tbody><tr><td align="left" width="45">Hunter Name</td><td align="left" width="10">App Fee</td><td align="left" width="10">Donation</td><td align="left" width="20">Permit Fee</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">===============================================================================</td></tr><tr><td align="left" nowrap="nowrap">Brian C Robbins</td><td align="left">$10.00</td><td align="left">$0.00</td><td align="left">$35.00</td></tr><tr><td colspan="6">This application is for a single hunter</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4"><b>1)</b> 984 - ARCHERY BUCK DR - STATEWIDE (SEE PROCLAMATION) (AUG 16 - SEPT 12, 2008)<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table cellpadding="0"><tbody><tr><td align="left" width="45">Hunter Name</td><td align="left" width="10">App Fee</td><td align="left" width="10">Donation</td><td align="left" width="20">Permit Fee</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">===============================================================================</td></tr><tr><td align="left" nowrap="nowrap">Brian C Robbins</td><td align="left">$10.00</td><td align="left">$0.00</td><td align="left">$280.00</td></tr><tr><td colspan="6">This application is for a single hunter</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4"><b>1)</b> 315 - LE ARCHERY BULL ELK - WASATCH MOUNTAINS (AUG 16 - SEPT 12, 2008)<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><table cellpadding="0"><tbody><tr><td align="left" width="45">Hunter Name</td><td align="left" width="10">App Fee</td><td align="left" width="10">Donation</td><td align="left" width="20">Permit Fee</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4">===============================================================================</td></tr><tr><td align="left" nowrap="nowrap">Brian C Robbins</td><td align="left">$10.00</td><td align="left">$0.00</td><td align="left">$408.00</td></tr><tr><td colspan="6">This application is for a single hunter</td></tr><tr><td colspan="4"><b>1)</b> 978 - ROCKY MOUNTAIN GOAT - WASATCH MOUNTAINS, LONE PEAK (SEPT 13 - OCT 19, 2008)<br /></td></tr></tbody></table><br />Card Number: ***********31117<br /><br />The following will immediately be charged to your card:<br />Nonrefundable Handling Fee: $30.00<br />License Fees: $0.00<br /><br />Pray for me to draw all of these tags so I will have lots of good things to blog about.<br /><br />Also I'm in the mix for turkeys. Cross your fingers.Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-49132950952824394732007-12-27T15:30:00.000-08:002008-01-10T15:37:31.290-08:00Greg '07Epek is my all-time hunting buddy. Ever since I switched to archery I have spent many days in the hills equipped with archery equipment, actively engaged in the pursuit of big game. Out of all those days, only a few have been in the absence of Greg. We have been in my opinion a hunting match made in heaven. Our first trip together on the front yielded nearly 30 mature bucks, a herd of elk, three shots and 0 hits. Every time up since has been equally as eventful and has given us our needed "fix". He is always in the hills and kind of the inspiration for the year long theme of this blog.<br /><br />I could devote this blog to glossing Greg and what he's done for me as a hunter, but I will highlight his amazing year.<br />Greggish Canyon: aka Greg's second home<br /><br />He spent plenty of time in this wonderful piece of real estate (the majority of my bowhunting career has happened here) If you are lucky enough to know where it is, put it in your mouth, chew on it, go there, enjoy it. If you can't make it, I will post many photos of this place in the year to come.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh7v72du-ijffVxvFOw2dsys6HyICuHRTi5DzTRJU6UTEwQc6KhKwd5hsFbMV2SKX3wIQxnI1dGvGREWN7ChGiqh6fzFESRdhRcRgEwipzN4IILjPyeEsXdPGwfXLyaWralkHjeOkJKRw/s1600-h/IMGP1527.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgh7v72du-ijffVxvFOw2dsys6HyICuHRTi5DzTRJU6UTEwQc6KhKwd5hsFbMV2SKX3wIQxnI1dGvGREWN7ChGiqh6fzFESRdhRcRgEwipzN4IILjPyeEsXdPGwfXLyaWralkHjeOkJKRw/s400/IMGP1527.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153993956135140706" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Greg found the bucks. Scouted like crazy. Put up a murder stand and arrowed this hefty buck with his beat up trykon. An entire story in itself. Read about that here. http://www.hoyttoughbows.com/<br /><br />This buck and the harvest story earned Greg legendary status on the discussion forums, and the rest of the hunting community.<br /><br />It's hard to give this story the justice it deserves, but if Greg's hunt ended in late October it would have been a banner year. Didn't end though. He still had an elk tag and filled it like the coolest guy on the planet would fill his archery elk tag...in the middle of a rifle hunt while wearing orange, just in time for christmas. Check out this bull.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8R4oSwis7ozPvjUFqfXdK7z4mahPOqdsBxaJHz3Xc6akmCZOJZFUqht7APIo3bGTNwiljybXZv5lO10TVh0e662N_cJg2tzU45F6tMkcPGsALb3HwEMLwp7WaO7QN_uGoCnbIcOo0LU/s1600-h/image001.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 242px; height: 233px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjp8R4oSwis7ozPvjUFqfXdK7z4mahPOqdsBxaJHz3Xc6akmCZOJZFUqht7APIo3bGTNwiljybXZv5lO10TVh0e662N_cJg2tzU45F6tMkcPGsALb3HwEMLwp7WaO7QN_uGoCnbIcOo0LU/s400/image001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5153995403539119474" border="0" /></a><br />Good job big brother.Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-74434206432006019282007-12-19T19:52:00.000-08:002007-12-27T15:39:20.555-08:00Scott and Greg, they're on the runn...Mark Robbins might be the only person in the world that will laugh at the title of this post.<br /><br /><div><div><div>Anyways, I'm not too sure how much time I want to spend on trying to go back to the 2007 season. Hopefully there will be enough happening in the present to give me enough to write about. Also, it would be difficult to bring back to memory a lot of what happened. However, '07 had a few very significant things occur that are more than worthy to post. Two guys I know had, arguably, their best hunting seasons of their illustrious careers. </div><br /><div>Scott "freaking" Mackintosh</div><br /><div>When you talk about an average Joe having the best hunting season ever, Scott's "07 has to be in the conversation. Although I've never seen him do it, Scott does flatwork for a living. In other words he is not a professional hunter.... However he found time to hunt and harvest in multiple hemespheres this year. He possibly rewrote the record books with his season. </div><br /><div>Africa was the first stop of the season. Somewhere I have pictures of the 75 animals that "Mack" put on the ground on the dark continent. They will be posted, so help me. Scott says it was truly a once in a lifetime hunt. Zebra, blesbuck, impalas, gemsbok, eland, kudu maybe? I lost track. He cut a lot of tags on that trip. </div><br /><div>Mule deer will have to remember Scotty's scent this next season. Mack took part in the demise of at least 5 mature mulie bucks. One he shot with his bow on the opener of the rifle season. Some folks reffered to him as a rock star for that accomplishment. Another was a 200" + monster that he guided his friend in on the Henry's muzzie hunt. Two of his spoiled children tagged out on respectable bucks, both being guided by Scott. Tosh with a bow, Kelsie with a gun. I'll get to the other.</div><br /><div>Here is Scott's "rifle" buck.</div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148791634048187618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0dzN4KlYd6uj1xatoie_b745XpE8ujCttzddCdE7oMIhHcz811mM8EXeHND9PZK-svm2LuCgrkstYjtykwEuskdmjaTOfgClitxjzWipKIvRPy0tLpIor4kPRfcU8tQmuEkvo1CGJs0c/s400/IMGP1660.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div>The only other picture I have of Scott's buckies. Kelsie shot this with her rifle. I think after school one day.</div></div><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148792196688903410" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEigp2xqqlz7I5MNMhKLo6EOpWMqCLGD5vifLmsQNV_QKBgSuBZm_cREknBVPQq-Nk_PAoem31D6-HSiqZaVroCqSbnH4waETXhcnsfJr-8uRxMHYhHopA6vBtZOeJaWCwT0_RHy43afFH8/s400/IMGP1686.jpg" border="0" /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148792441502039298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiF0vlZ-bMPIi5aeNs-roYuVZat6jlgMnAfyQYOGlI6G082AqLNYm5w8U-6rL_opuns_Lh0iW3cTjmE0fbTIc0wZzN-UsEc4cCgDBohAcM_i9h51Sxkf6pLSM1CFHpLQySX5BT0Xq0ZcTw/s400/IMGP1687.jpg" border="0" /><br /><div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSPqxdsEtQDluBL4YT5x_DfbDrYU2y_Wr8uRHB_jmDkpl4LjOfHK2zf3iw_Vzx810pWTls8f_W8UytIKUei2GGbp9Di9OFDYuSROS4J6AElrJufylHF3m7KLAMDzk_HaIYiaGZN_GUjCc/s1600-h/IMGP1697.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148800623414738242" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhSPqxdsEtQDluBL4YT5x_DfbDrYU2y_Wr8uRHB_jmDkpl4LjOfHK2zf3iw_Vzx810pWTls8f_W8UytIKUei2GGbp9Di9OFDYuSROS4J6AElrJufylHF3m7KLAMDzk_HaIYiaGZN_GUjCc/s400/IMGP1697.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Pictures of that Henry Buck would be nice. I will try to get those and Africa. Sorry.</div><br />What sounded like the highlight of Scott's season was another late season trip to the Henry's. This time for buffalo, with his daughter Sara holdong the tag. You have to know that Sara never really sounded too excited about being a buffalo killer, and I would give her a hard time about it. She came through big. This was no easy hunt. Just ask Scott.<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5148794301222878498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGYrvGFyaLbdjienKFu7qS1WfHXhy1WSIZ9EMcgF1U2tc45B0ouH6N94J5NLw_j5AjM6sbDqGGKm4vCJnMmWHUDsjz8PybL0HRnrWmD9y6l_4ZzMG9R7fehw9nYoRyj4h58Ue8mGIGJig/s400/sara20buffalo20hunt20006.jpg" border="0" /><br /><p>Shortly after this photo was taken, Sara left for Paris or somewhere to be a model or something. Nice work buddy. (Understatement of the year)</p>On to Greg. On a seperate post:<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /></div>Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-20380211477079683762007-12-19T19:33:00.000-08:002007-12-19T19:46:29.339-08:00Year End Inventory<div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div>Not a lot gets me more excited than laying out all of my gear. What sucks is when I look at the pile of supplies and think of about a million other things I want/need for the upcoming year. </div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145894313534815282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgLKd4i9_KhtTEIC7XW0VSJDg-WR8jVP9kfTN5e71KSpyVj0SV6fKTwyHoN0lj7Yo-Aht85qLp5wjM9o68mVH9uc5tApwQct_QmSiYAHYvoqfYjU18lw9MrUYJ7abdIcaVHvLDbouAifSE/s400/IMG_6351.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /><br /><br /><p>As you can see I have more camo clothes than regular clothes. I'm a "drug store" hunter. Not really sure what that means, but Greg said it once and from what I gather it means that all of your camo matches. Not such a bad label. One of the highlights from this year was when Greg couldn't pick me up on the hill because I blended so well. In order to guide me in he had to have me put my orange flap up on my pack. I have videos and pictures from that day on the way. Will post them later.....</p><br /><br /><br /><p>In the mean time, here is all my gear laid out prior to being put away. <a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinxTAJW6JEQukKHSPj8CO8bFESiapucsMKJvjJVdb3vlqd80C-ZMIlzeVg4s6kJguJpNCbpxe2NUH35NQCnc7vCO59AuZH7yM0K2C5muKZ2_C4eGAZybL2i66bDtTQ88XWc9ye9b0rhg8/s1600-h/IMG_6353.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145895967097224274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinxTAJW6JEQukKHSPj8CO8bFESiapucsMKJvjJVdb3vlqd80C-ZMIlzeVg4s6kJguJpNCbpxe2NUH35NQCnc7vCO59AuZH7yM0K2C5muKZ2_C4eGAZybL2i66bDtTQ88XWc9ye9b0rhg8/s400/IMG_6353.JPG" border="0" /></a><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145896138895916130" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEibmJCKHu7xkdd-5_rbwdUJ87BQuZih-L3U-moIyhrYcS7mVnxctGQQL405CWXvh_BmKmt9xpHoKZs69o8hBqG6BXGefrgZMzPAUZ9c6BaeaZuZyXtBMREmlU7YuWTpghdZJ89jlCAegv0/s400/IMG_6354.JPG" border="0" /></p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5145895713694153794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZAnCXX5TI9aFcZessVps0MFExpGWm-EZbAmfxpPWmkQAEjkJ2Y9LmK2ZAPr5V9pKjam56lyWSYbagBNWIuapslFxkuFBQ9pWXEiJ_dkeDg4EAKzHQs8zJBqVeTX9LT4NqOoTvr5s9T00/s400/IMG_6352.JPG" border="0" /></div></div><br /><p> </p><p>Pretty lame post I know. Just lets me know I need to get after it with my new camera and get more stories to tell. </p>Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3660416961554547597.post-43909290412581978492007-12-16T22:00:00.000-08:002007-12-16T22:52:39.299-08:002007 HighlightsMy third official bow season complete, and not a single tag cut...<br /><br /><p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5144818265313377314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 369px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 264px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="194" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgGMVaKRy_zOnwiMzTZXqLI76ZJOooo2VzKg5wyQ1gLMbw_h5Fz1-UbCN3BWRvv84DeKQOXkbDk8U7nbv-CyyDTAAsyrfeGrj5B0KrZqET84PVYVANjxLob1oYGHcDzc_KwfmtcpN0XvCQ/s400/IMG_6350.JPG" width="277" border="0" /></p><p>As most bow hunters will tell you, that's not the point. That's because most bow hunters didn't fill their tags. Not to say that there isn't any truth to that. 2007 provided me with some close calls, some almosts, and the standard amazing experiences that only bow hunting in the Wasatch Mountains can bring. But alas, no meat. </p><p align="center">2007 Summary</p><p align="left"><strong>Shots taken at big game animals:</strong> One, about an 80 yard effort, wide right (wind!). Target: A respectable 3x4 still in the velvet. My older brother Greg put me into this bedded buck via radio. What seemed like a 2 hour stalk, I rewarded myself with a questionable shot. Good hold, bad wind, oh well. </p><p align="left"><strong>Days afield</strong>: ? Not sure, would take to long to figure out. From August to Decmber I was in the hills at least once a week, save a couple weeks here and there. Honestly not one of my best efforts, but probably because I compare myself to Greg. What is wrong with that guy?</p><p align="left"><strong>Hunting areas</strong>: Almost all of my bow hunting took place on the extended. Opening weekend was a fruitless trip up to Tabiona. BCC took up about 80% of my hunt.</p><p align="left"><strong>Tags in hand:</strong> deer and elk archery tags, what else do you need? I did put in for the Wasatch LE elk tag (unsuccesful) as well as the once in a lifetime bull moose tag (unsuccesful). As long as I get the season I currently have, and can cotinue to hunt in my own back yard, I don't care if I ever draw a premium tag.</p><p align="left"><strong>Weapon:</strong> The beloved Hoyt Ultra Tec. What a bow. It's not her fault that in 3 years of bowhunting there was only one animal tagged with it (last years monster wasatch extended cow). She was being dragged around by an idiot, an idiot with a bow. Not a lot of things have had as much sentimental value to me as the Ultra Tec. My late wife Meagan gave it to me for our first anniversary. Yesterday was my last hunt with my first hoyt. Recently I was able to upgrade to the new Katera. Shoots great.</p><p align="left"><strong>Huntin' buddies:</strong> Varied this year. Opening morning was spent with one of my best friends and business partner Jason Earl. His first year. The kids schedule alloted him only a few hours of hunting. Lorin Lewis, my other work buddy and best friend tagged along for a late season Wasatch afternoon. I watched Mark my brother, nearly arrow a nice three point on opening day. Later in the season we shared a remarkable morning high up one of our favorite canyons. The biggest bucks I saw all year were that day. Tim Gillingham allowed me to grace his presence in the field a couple of times. Tim is one of the top archers in the nation. He makes his living shooting his bow if you need him. But, most of the time you could find me with or near Greg. He leads the league in guiding me into bucks with his radio. What a dream season he had! Cool enough that eventually he will get his own post.</p><p align="left">I'm in a great hunting situation. You could easily mistake my house as a base camp. 2007 is in the books, and there is great anticipation for '08.</p><p align="left"></p><p align="left"></p>Brian "freaking" Robbinshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11082533417962033933noreply@blogger.com0