So a little back story. Back in the spring of 2014, I took my Dad and my boy to the lease. My Dad really wasn't interested in killing a turkey, but more interested in his grandson finding it if he did kill one. My Dad calls me to tell me to bring my son to the stand to help find the turkey he just shot. My 4 year old finds the turkey for my Dad.
My dad past last year and I hope that my boy retains some of the memories of time spent with his grandpa. It was 35 degrees at the ranch Sunday morning, so I decided not to drag my boy to the stand. Well the cull we have been after shows up. He left a really good blood trail, and I immediately head to camp the get Conner. I wake him up to tell him that I shot the buck and need help tracking it. He jumps up out of bed and says "I can find him, because I found the turkey that papa shot." First time he has mentioned it from 2 years ago. Man, that was pretty neat hearing him say that. I showed him the arrow and explained which way the deer went. He took off like a blood hound. My wife videoed the whole tracking job. He was very proud of finding the buck. So was I.
My dad past last year and I hope that my boy retains some of the memories of time spent with his grandpa. It was 35 degrees at the ranch Sunday morning, so I decided not to drag my boy to the stand. Well the cull we have been after shows up. He left a really good blood trail, and I immediately head to camp the get Conner. I wake him up to tell him that I shot the buck and need help tracking it. He jumps up out of bed and says "I can find him, because I found the turkey that papa shot." First time he has mentioned it from 2 years ago. Man, that was pretty neat hearing him say that. I showed him the arrow and explained which way the deer went. He took off like a blood hound. My wife videoed the whole tracking job. He was very proud of finding the buck. So was I.
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