Continuation of last week.

When my great Grandpa was finished with high school he went with his brother to Indiana looking for work. A couple weeks later he hopped a train to Chicago. He could not find work there and so hopped trains to New York looking for a job on a oceon liner. He finaly got a job on one and sailed for a couple journeys. He then went back to Montana and went through a year of college. After the school year he got a job on the ship Leviathan as a carpenter on the journey he had to fix any minor damages. The first journey they had bad weather and he considered finding a new ship. He stayed on and a couple days out they had a storm that caused a crack almost an inch wide on the top deck they repaired it and he arrived a few days late back in Montana for the start of school. The next trip was on a different ship and as they sailed he developed a hurnia. He got off the ship in Seatle and had surgery. But by the time he got out of the hospital it as time to head back to school. When he graduated as a Chem.Major the Great Depression hit and he was stuck without a job. He hopped trains around the states looking for work and doing odd jobs.

In the next segment I will tell you more but that is all for now.

Deer

Malachi's first deer

This post will come in segments because it would take all day to write. I just finished reading a book about the first forty years of my great Grandpa Lauson's life. ...Spencer Norman Lauson was born in 1901,the sixth child of eight,in South Dakota and a couple months later the family moved to North Dakota but it was a hard life and they moved to Billings Montana in time for winter. His first 12 years of life the whole family worked to survive. In 1914 his father died. His five older brothers went to town to find jobs and Bill, as everyone called him, helped his mother at home. He was facinated by geography as a kid in a one room school house and resolved to visit the places he read about. That took a while to write so that's all for today.

First deer!!!!!!!

Ok, so my dad wants me to tell the story of how I shot my first deer. Here goes...

In November I flew out to Montana to hunt elk and deer. I arived about about one on thursday afternoon and was picked up by my Grandpa. We got my license and tags then Grandpa worked for a couple hours. We went to bible study and when we got home it was nine. we were up till ten getting ready to leave. We got up early the next morning and drove four hours hours up into the Crazy mountains. We got there about nine A.M.and unloaded. We were staying at a friends cabin and as we unloaded it started to snow. Since there was already three inches it resulted in fresh tracking snow.we started hunting about ten A.M. After about an hour we cut fresh elk tracks Grandpa had an idea where he might be bedded down and we hunted it hard. As we were looking I saw elk moving through the timber. I pointed them out and Grandpa fired over the back of one. I could not find them in the scope,Grandpa realized it was on nine power and cranked it down but they had already ran. We hunted hard all day and saw elk but did not get a shot off. As we were hiking back to camp I shot over the back of a mule deer. My uncle Jake hunted with us for a day. Early on we saw deer but they disappeared. Later as we were hiking uncle Jake saw a mule deer buck. We ate lunch in some trees. After lunch we split up. Uncle Jake sat on a knob and Grandpa took me on a big loop through some timber. As we were walking we heard two shots and then a bit later cut people tracks Grandpa put me on a little hill and went looking for uncle Jake. As I sat there waiting for Grandpa to come back I heard a thumping sort of noise and so I got ready and a deer ran out I pulled the trigger and the deer fell over. Grandpa came back with uncle Jake about five to ten minutes later and we cleaned the deer out. The shots we had heard earlier were uncle Jake killing a grouse. We hunted four more days and another person came up and shot a cow elk but neither Grandpa or I shot an elk. I flew back to Philadelphia on Thanksgiving day. My grandpa went back up in December and killed a cow elk.

Well there it is. That's how I killed my first deer.

IT'S BORING IN MARCH!!!!!

You know its pretty boring having a blog in March when no one posts anything. So I'm going to be boring until the end of March or some one posts. By the way any one know the scientific name for the Duckbill Platypus? Just wondering. Anyway its not important. It snowed where I live in Philadelphia and now it's just plain cold. It's not much fun when it's twenty degrees in March and there is snow on the ground. The point in my rambling? It's boring in March. I didn't say much in this post but I felt like writing it. By the way please try to find the name of the Duckbill Platypuss 'cause I'm bored. thanks.

WE'LL SEE

You have your ways?We'll see about that(just kidding).I don't need motivation I just need to think of something to write.

Not a dud

I'm not a dud I just didn't get a chance to post before today.

just starting

It's my first blog and I don't know much about this so it's not going to be the best in the world.I don't read the news and I don't watch Television so I don't know any interesting news.But my dad made this blog for me that's why i'm writing this.It was nice of him to set it up for me but I don't have much to write.Well I filled some space and that's all for now.