On Friday night, Gabe said "Daddy is going to take me and Bridger Pheasent hunting tomorrow". I didn't think anything of it at the time but I knew that we didn't have plans to go hunting. At 5:00 a.m. the next morning, Gabe was awake and ready for his dad to take him out hunting. When we explained to him that we didn't know a place near here to take him hunting, he was crushed. You would have thought that the world was going to come to an end. He cried and cried. Bryan finally broke down after a couple of hours and asked me to call Pop and see if he would know anyplace we could hunt in Ft Morgan . My dad told us to call his old friend, Mark Christensen, who has a family ranch near Fort Morgan. After talking with him we were all set to go out hunting on Sunday afternoon. Gabe was satisfied with this and finally stopped pouting.
On Sunday, we loaded the kids and the dog in the car and headed to Ft. Morgan, which is about an hour and a half from Thornton. We all had a great time being out on Mark's ranch. The boys and the dog got to run and enjoy the fresh air. Bridger found two birds but they both got away. We didn't mind. We had a great time with some really nice people on a beautiful ranch in Eastern Colorado.
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