It's official. I got my license to hunt!
I've heard of a lot of people getting a deer hunting permit, a fishing permit, and even more getting a driving permit......but you know me, I wanted to get something different, something not many people get. So I got a rock permit.
Shanna, her parents, her aunt and uncle and I went down to the San Rafael Swell and went rock hunting. Oh, man! Did we ever bag our buck! 
Shanna's miner (rock hunter) dad, found most of the rock. We pick axed, shoveled, prybarred and hauled out the illusive sandstone without too much of a fight, except for a smashed and broken third finger.
Shanna's miner (rock hunter) dad, found most of the rock. We pick axed, shoveled, prybarred and hauled out the illusive sandstone without too much of a fight, except for a smashed and broken third finger.Caught our limit - - gritty, rippled, sandstone.
One and a half ton of solid earth...After our hunting excursion, we did what all good people do in the San Rafael.... Look at dinosaur tracks...
look at past records of other hunters and gatherers...
shoot plastic bottles with a Ruger.357 mag...
(my ears are still ringing... did you say something?)
and of course, enjoy the beauty of the harsh desert.
The prize rock now sits on the back patio, waiting for its future use.... I'm debating whether I should just lay it or if I should use it as some awesome taxidermy!
