This is the story of the Sheep Hunt.
Last summer, having just started playing with my website, I wanted a picture of a sheep that I could use. So, I called up my sis, told her to come over…we were going on a sheep hunt. She said “Okay!” no questions asked. Gotta love the little sis! To get the kids into the spirit of the hunt, what better way then a sheep drawing on your hand? Once all the sheep were drawn…we needed a cheer…”Goooooooooooooo SHEEP!!!” That worked.
So, we piled in the car, with high expectations. We will find a field of sheep. Beautiful, well maintained sheep. And we will take the very best sheep pictures anyone had every seen.
Let the Sheep Hunt begin!!! We were off, randomly driving down back roads and highways in rural Arkansas. Come on, there has to be a sheep somewhere…Some of the fields were just to perfect to NOT have a sheep. Around and around we drove. How hard is it to find a darn sheep? Well, let me tell you…it’s not that easy. The kids never lost the spirit of the hunt, thankfully! AND there were some very exciting moments.
We came upon a very steep hill, at the top of the hill, I looked down, and there was a field full of “SHEEP!!! SHEEP!!!” I shrilled! I could barely contain my excitement. Everyone in the car cheered! Then we got a little bit closer and Megan said “Um…sister, those are goats.” Darn it! Don’t laugh, you try to tell the difference between goats and sheep from a long distance.
After the excitement of the goats had passed, we saw a deer. That was pretty cool…coming from Fresno, the boys had not had the chance to see too much wildlife.
The thrill of the Sheep Hunt and lack of seeing any was starting to wear on the three boys in the back. I looked at my sister, she and I both knew, our time was about to run out.
Just about then the phone rang and it was Granny (my mom), she suggested we put sheep in the GPS and see where that took us. Well, even though our darling Lee, the Australian accented GPS navigator, had gotten us out of many a pickle, this was one he was unable to help us with. Was this the end? Would our hunt actually end in nothing at all? I could NOT accept that. We put a drawing of a sheep on our hands for the sake of Pete! We HAD to find a darn sheep.
Up ahead was a gas station. I stopped the car and looked at Megan. “Go in and ask that guy if he knows where any sheep are.” I said as I pointed to the guy behind the counter. Megs looked at me and said “Okay!” and hopped out. Gosh, you gotta love the sis! She runs in and I watch as the guy behind the counter laughs and she laughs and then she runs back to the car.
“You are never going to believe this,” she says “There is a field full of sheep right behind the gas station.”
Sure enough, I pulled the Tahoe a little past the building and there in all it’s glory, was a field FULL of sheep. We had succeeded. We had found sheep.
We also found out why sheep need a good Shepard. These sheep were filthy. Dirty, dirty sheep. Poor little ones. Most of their wool was very matted and not very lovely at all. We snapped a few pictures anyway, I mean, really, we couldn’t go through all that and not have any photos.
Needless to say, we had a blast! We did find sheep and the kids were entertained for a couple hours. So, next time you have a few hours to kill, go on a Sheep Hunt. Be sure to draw sheep on your hands though, otherwise, you may never find a sheep.