More Nesting

First of all, Happy New Year everyone! We decided to kick off the new year by doing a little more nesting. This weekend we hope to conquer the basement and garage. Karen has decided she needs more room for her new car (more details to follow). Cleaning the basement includes sorting through all of the stuff in my man-room, because as Karen puts it, I now have an 1,800+ sq. ft. man-room also referred to as the shop. As I cleaned out the man-room, I came across several pictures from my teenage years. Some are funny, some nostalgic. The following is a short list of ten pics. Of course there are the sports photos, including this one from the 1994 state wrestling championships, a few minutes after I tore the ACL in my right knee (note the supportive tape provided by the "expert" sports medicine providers). My only satisfaction in this match is that I was still able to beat the MFer.
Some of you may not know that I have a criminal record. The following pic was presented as evidence that I stole a blanket, cooler, some medals and a hair piece in the same incident..
Here I am during the pig farming days with Erik:
Here I am just chillin' with Brian and our pigeons on the couch....WTF?
You can appreciate my bulging muscles in the next pic (what the hell was I thinking?)



One of my first "wilderness" deer hunts. Let's see... Stay in a hotel room on a hunting trip. Check. Shoot your deer as close to the road as possible. Check. Why have I decided to make it so much more complicated?
The next horse whisperer (or not!). Pic with Stash circa 1994.
This pic documents my introduction to hatchery trout, as evidenced by the lack of fins on this fine specimen. This picture was taken moments before "The Pukemobile" got its name, but that's another story.
It seems like I've always been chasing the dream...
Well, the next picture requires a bit of explaining. First of all, I would like to state that I was a naive kid from a small town in Idaho. I was understandable nervous to meet someone this important, so some of my nervous tendencies took over. How was I to know that he would climb under the desk when I nervously tapped my foot? (If you don't get the reference, enlarge the photo)
Happy New Year Everyone!