Wednesday, May 30, 2007

"A Montana Wedding"

"Congats to Peter and Lisa Holman"

Saturday May 26th: Gallatin River Hideaway, Peter and Lisa Holman wedding. The weather could not have been better with temps in the low 70's and not a cloud in the sky.

Lisa met Peter when her family came to Big sky for a ski vacation and they were matched up with Peter for a ski lesson. Their love quickly blossomed before Lisa's fathers eye and by the end of the week plans were made to move Lisa to Bozeman and the rest is history. With rain and snow prior to the wedding their was concern that the weather would clear for the day of the wedding. On Friday afternoon the skies broke free of the clouds and the sun shined down on the pavilion, which would be the setting for the joining of two great friends. The rehearsal dinner was thrown by Peter's family and it was in true Montana Fashion. Peter grew up on a cattle ranch and his mother prepared all the food for the dinner. While Peter and his mother were planning the event, Peter's mom mentioned that she would just prepare a "Branding Meal" for the dinner. After several walk throughs of the ceremony we all gathered for a good ole fashion ranch meal. The main course was, as expected, Roast Beef in a wonderful Au Jus. It was matched with a great salad that was paired with what else, Ranch and Thousand Island dressing. There was also a fruit salad, country potatoes, fresh rolls and some great deserts. The evening wound down with Peter grabbing the PA system and Auctioning off every piece of furniture located in the wedding Gazebo that would host the vows the next day. Everyone played along and we laughed and shouted through out Peter's routine. For those of you who have no idea who Peter is, I will just say that he is the friend that keeps everyone laughing at all his crazy antics and use of words you would never have the balls to use around anyone but your closest friends. Hey keeps us all laughing.

On Saturday morning we were greeted with clear skies and promises of a great day ahead. The girls were getting ready at the Tree House and the guys all met at Fry's house for a morning Sporting Clay shoot at Doc Bradfords. It usually takes our crowd a bit to get moving and by 9:45 we were all in our trucks and on our way to Doc's. Fry's roommate Marisa works at a vet clinic in town and she setup the whole event for us with Doc Bradford. Doc Bradford is a retired oral surgeon from Michigan who took up sporting clays in his 50's as he was nearing retirement. He has since jumped in and is a certified shooting instructor, sporting clay course designer and complete junkie for the sporting clay world. He has his own 9 station sporting clay's course on his property as well as a few other shooting stations that were his own spice on the sport. He gave us all a quick rundown of safety and told a few jokes about guides, guns and girls. Marisa joined us for the day and he made sure to keep it clean for the her, even though he believes her name is Martha and not Marisa.


"Doc watches as Martha turns a clay into dust"

We headed down the path and into the cottonwood trees on his property and he had cleared and area that had 4 shooting stations and plenty of evidence of the amount of shooting that takes place on his course.



"A few empty shells"

The warm up area has plenty of different throwers that could keep a group of grown men entertained for hours. We all took some warm up shots and moved onto the course. Doc was a great help and we all came away from the experience better shooters. Martha was about as good as anyone and she even impressed Doc.


"Peter, hours before he becomes another statistic"

After the shoot we all headed for the showers and got prepared for the joining of two of our friends. The wedding started promptly at 4 pm and the weather could not have been better. There were a couple of hundred people in attendance and the ceremony was very personal and sent them into the institution of marriage with some words of wisdom that helps keep all of us together. Once the ceremony was over it was time for the party. The food was catered by the Front Street Market in Butte and it was a good of a spread as any wedding I have attended in awhile. The dancing begun and most of the kids and those who don't need any liquid courage to hit the dance floor started to cut a rug. There were several kids running around and a few of them were looking for sticks, including my son Reece, so I ran to the van and retrieved the T-Ball gear so the kids could have something more constructive to do. It was a big hit and for an hour or so they were all very entertained. Everyone danced the night a way and Dave Bryan took first prize for the guy who let loose and put on the groove on the dance floor. Moira, Reece and I were on our way home around 11 pm and we were very proud to have such great friends and we wish Lisa and Peter all the best in the years to come.

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