Day two of the Whiskey Creek Triathlon would actually take place on the Whiskey Creek Ranch; 1500 acres of mostly untouched land in the hills just outside Waitsburg. Four generations of Leids have farmed, hunted and tended this land. This is clearly Greg’s true home.
Along with my brother-in-law Matt, and his girlfriend Kourtney, we headed up with a few four-wheelers for another day of adventure. To say we went four wheeling, doesn’t really do the adventure justice. We traveled on roads that were almost covered by undergrowth trying reclaim it and crossed wet creek beds over a foot deep at some points. We dodged branches of thorns and logs that nearly blocked the way. I had no idea how much fun these vehicles could be! Jamie held on tight for dear life.
I surprised myself and father-in-law to the point where he invited me ‘for some real fun.’ We left Jamie behind and headed almost straight up the mountainside. I thought for sure I would roll the Suzuki. At one point, while traveling across the hill with the ATV at almost a 45 degree angle, I hit a rock and got bounced out of the saddle. Fortunately, I landed on my feet and quickly hopped out of the way as I thought it would roll and come falling after me, but she held her ground better than I. Matt grinned, but resisted laughing at me. On the way down, heart pounding, I found my path and survived. Did I mention how much I was having?
I tended the grill serving up dogs and brats for lunch. Who doesn’t love a good brat? After, came the third and final event of the tri: marksmanship. To be sure, I thought for sure I’d be rejected when I asked “Can we shoot guns?” Excluding a few shots fired at a friend’s birthday party, I have no other experience with firearms. Where I come from, the only people who have guns are drug dealers, gang members and cops, but this ain’t Long Island.
I actually got to try out four guns and did pretty well for a novice. First we shot a 17 HMR, which I really liked. It was fairly lightweight and the scope gave you the impression that you were dealing with a precision instrument. I’ll chalk it up to good instruction, but I hit the first few targets I took aim at. Then I tried Matt’s 243 Winchester, an impressive firearm. It put a hole in those steel targets and it had quite a kick. On my first shot, it jumped back and the scope slammed into my glasses. Ouch. Then Greg setup his “special” target. I thought it would sparkle or make some noise. I was quite surprised when it exploded, taking the entire target structure with it.
The next two guns were a 5.56mm assault rifle, which was hard to aim and a 9mm handgun…neither one felt quite right to me. After, we packed up and headed back home for showers and dinner.
Before dinner, Jamie’s brother Matt walked us through his Cutco knife presentation and we were incredibly impressed. Matt was a big success selling Cutco knives last summer and is now running his own branch, managing 30+ reps. To be an accomplished salesmen, trainer and manager at age 20 is a nothing short of extraordinary. I wish I was that good at his age. We added a few pieces to our growing collection on high quality cutlery. If you are interested in doing the same, please let me know so that I can make an introduction.
No trip would be complete without a closing banquet and I formally and publicly declare my love for the WhoopEmUp Café in Waitsburg. They make delicious Southern Food and I was quite happy dining on fried oysters, gumbo and jambalaya.
Flying home on Monday morning, I was a little sad to say goodbye. Even though we kept busy, it was relaxing for me to get out to the country. Jamie and I are in the process of buying a home right now and it felt great to escape that stress for a few days. Amazingly enough my allergies held out the whole time; a minor miracle. Usually, I spend most of my time around Jamie’s family goofing off with my adorable niece Kayda, so I’m glad to have had the time to bond with Greg, and hang out with Matt and his girlfriend Kourtney. I may be citified, but perhaps there is hope for me yet…