Well, it's official...my oldest son is a hunter! Opening day of squirrell season proved to be his first time in the woods actually hunting with Steve and I. What an awesome experience! Although not a lot of squirrells showed up (for obvious reasons), it was enjoyable just spending time in the mountains with Ridge. He had a great time hanging out with Mom and Dad "hunting" and to be honest, it was one of my best days afield. I wouldn't trade that experience for anything.
At times he really got into trying to find squirrells in the trees or on the ground, but it didn't take long for him to revert back to the ways of a 3 year old. What a joy! After a quick snack of Oatmeal Cream Pie's it was back to business. Ha! Ha!
Well the morning hunt was a little different. I managed to bag 4 squirrells with one of them bieng a Fox (red) squirrell...my first!!!!! I was pumped beyond belief. And to top it all off, I actually beat Steve....he got 2. In his defense though, I think he spends most of that day "scouting" for deer. He NEVER stops.
As the day went on, one by one members of the family would stop by my grandmothers to drop off their squirrells. At the end of the day, they are all cleaned and prepared for our annual "Squirrell Gravy Breakfast" the following morning. Like ol' Hank Jr. said....."It's a family tradition"!
Looking back the weekend was one to remember. My first Fox squirrell in the morning, my oldest son's first "hunt" with Steve and I that evening, and a big Squirrell Gravy Breakfast the next morning with all of my family. Does it get any better than that? I don't think so.
Until next time....
Jessi >>----->
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