Happy Birthday son! This is my son Micah and his sister Courtney. Tomorrow is Micah’s birthday, and he will be 25 years old. Where does the time go? You can’t see it in the picture, but Micah has a black eye. He didn’t get it from his sister, but from a plastic hammer that bounced off a peg he was pounding on! What fun we had when our six kids were little. I wouldn’t trade those days for anything.
Micah was my little buddy from the get go. He was my hunting partner, and even my camera-man, by the time he was in 2nd. grade. At nine years old he was filming me miss a beautiful Quebec black bear. Not only did he capture me on film making one bad shot, but kept the camera rolling as I missed again at eight yards! Can you imagine? Of course I want to do this right, and impress my son with my archery skills, but how in the world do you miss a 300 pound black bear at eight yards? Well here is the secret-You close the wrong eye when lining up your sights! After the second miss Micah looks at me and says “Dad you should of let me shoot!” You talk about humiliating!
I rattled in Micah’s first buck when he was 16 years old, and saw the whole scenario as he placed an almost perfect shot with his bow. I was there when he took his first turkey. We’ve fished for brook trout in some of the wildest country in the Upper Peninsula, took huge northers from an unnamed lake in Canada, and prayed that God would protect us, as a fierce storm threatened to swamp our boat. We tracked down a gut shot doe, (it happens) and found it for Micah’s first archery deer. Four-wheeling, camping, and cheap motels. We’ve been there and done that. He was not only my son and little hunting pal, but we genuinely enjoyed one another. He could make me laugh, and always carried his share of duties around camp. The time he set up his own “bear bait pile” is a whole story in itself. In fact I did a blog about it many months ago.
Micah is on the small side. He’s about 5ft. 4 inches tall, and wrestled in high school at between 103 and 119. He still has the “take down” record at school, and once recorded a pin in 12 seconds. He was co-captain of the junior varsity soccer team, and played varsity baseball.
After high school Micah signed up for a Christian program called 24/7 located in Colorado Springs. This missionary program taught leadership skills to young men and women, and deployed them around the world. Micah has been to Mexico, South American, and Nigeria. When he was in Africa Muslim’s were waging gorilla warfare. Him and one of his friends had an encounter with machine gun toting rebals during one of there jungle projects, and Micah ended up wearing their ammo belts while holding the assault rifle. He thought the picture was “cool!” If we would of only known! I guess it’s best we didn’t know everything that was going on during these time abroad. Micah has eaten stuff that would qualify for “fear factor!” He’s ran to the top of Pike’s Peak, rappelled steep cliffs, and participated in several iron man events. He slept under the stars in 15 below weather, and climbed the summit of South America’s tallest mountains.
Micah has been home for several years now, and is about to finish up on his associates degree. He has such a heart for those marginalized by society, and earnestly desires to do Gods will with his life. I know he can make a difference in this world, and I am honored to call him son. May the blessing of knowing God’s voice, and following His will forever guide your life. I love you son-Happy Birthday.
Micah (on right) and Ben in Peru hiking toward the ancient Aztec ruins.