A Hunting We Will Go

And by "we" I mean not me! Don took the boys hunting the second weekend of October. They always put in for tags and this year Connor was the only one who got one. They always put in for the same area too up around McGill where grandma and grandpa have a house that they can stay in. Grandpa, Don, Connor and Caleb left Thursday and drove up in the afternoon so that they could scope out where they wanted to go. They got up early Friday and Uncle Dave met them out on the range. They hiked and hunted and looked and searched and tiptoed and tried all to no avail. They did see a few does that Connor wanted to shoot at but Don told him to wait for a buck. Alas, there were no bucks. While Don and Connor hiked and hunted Caleb and grandpa hung out in the Rhino. This was the way of things for 2 1/2 days. Sunday morning they went out early for a last try and Connor decided to shoot at a doe. We think he hit in the leg maybe but it got away. I was secretly glad because that was a mama and besides I greatly dislike deer meat or any game meat of any kind. It is probably psychological but it is still the truth. They had fun anyway and the boys are excited to go out next year. Caleb can put in for the draw this next time so we might get 2 deer. Yippee! The boys had to complete Hunter Safety and Don took them out shooting a few times so they could get used to the sound and feel of the gun. I guess it is a good thing for them to learn but it so does not float my boat.