My boy turned 3 back in March. I took him one a “turkey hunt” or two back in the spring to gauge his interest hunting. He had been “shooting big bucks” with his bow and arrow in the backyard since Christmas last year, so I figured he’d take right to it. He ate it up with a spoon, and I told myself I’d take him on a quiet dove shoot to get see how he handled it, and maybe to sit in a blind a couple times towards the end of this deer season. Well, the poor boy doesn’t have a chance. He thought dove hunting was the best thing ever.
I arrowed a little axis buck last month and had him help me track him(after I made sure he was dead) and the kid turned out to be a bloodhound.
I figured he was ready to go watch me tip one over, so I went to a ranch that a friend manages to make sure his first few sits were uber comfortable and there’d be plenty of things to watch. He had a blast and we whacked a little cull buck.
He wanted to go hunting yesterday so I obliged him. I hadn’t seen any bucks worth shooting, and I honestly didn’t feel like cleaning a dove last night, so I figured I’d be able to talk him into just watching and waiting for a “big buck”. Well, after watching a bunch of does and some young bucks for awhile, they were meandering off and he kept asking if I was going to shoot him anything. I kept saying we were waiting for a buck to pop out, but when there were just 3 deer left in view, he grabbed my arm and said, “Daddy, shoot me a deer right now!”. I couldn’t really tell him no.
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I arrowed a little axis buck last month and had him help me track him(after I made sure he was dead) and the kid turned out to be a bloodhound.
I figured he was ready to go watch me tip one over, so I went to a ranch that a friend manages to make sure his first few sits were uber comfortable and there’d be plenty of things to watch. He had a blast and we whacked a little cull buck.
He wanted to go hunting yesterday so I obliged him. I hadn’t seen any bucks worth shooting, and I honestly didn’t feel like cleaning a dove last night, so I figured I’d be able to talk him into just watching and waiting for a “big buck”. Well, after watching a bunch of does and some young bucks for awhile, they were meandering off and he kept asking if I was going to shoot him anything. I kept saying we were waiting for a buck to pop out, but when there were just 3 deer left in view, he grabbed my arm and said, “Daddy, shoot me a deer right now!”. I couldn’t really tell him no.
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