Good luck to all this weekend. Having a 3 year old son who loves hunting is great, but I feel like i sack punch the little dude every night. He ask "Did you see deer" Dad "Yes Zach I sure did" Zach "Did you kill'em" Dad "No I did not" The disappointment is his face is priceless
Buddy, don't I know exactly what you mean. Last night, I drilled a big red fox squirrel through the shoulders ... just for him. Our conversations go similarly: Did you shoot a big buck? No honey. Did you see any? I saw some smaller ones... Why didn't you shoot one of those? They need to grow up and get bigger. Did you see any squirrels? Why didn't you shoot one of them? So last night I did.
Well look at it this way. Any of those conversations beat the "Don't kill Bamby" conversation that I get from my girlfriend.
Wow! Ain't this the truth! One day I was extremely proud that my son could put on his own Pull-ups, the next day he was borrowing some money and driving my car! Good story Germ.
:D Wait till you miss with him there. I took my son with me for the first time when he was 4. He was making all kinds of racket, asking questions non stop. He had me all flustered until I gave him a candy bar and a coke right before prime time. 2 does and a fawn came out at 80 yards (rifle season) and I proceeded to fire off 3 rounds and whiffed on every single one, I don't usually ever miss. Little guy kept telling everyone he could. "I went hunt'n wiss my daddy an he miss 3 times" UGH!
I remember the first time I took my son squirrell hunting. We sat down next to a big oak tree and waited for a squirrell to come along. There was a dead leaf hanging on a branch swinging back and forth in the breeze. He just couldn't stand it so finally I told him to go pull it off. A doe and fawn came thru and were eating on the brush. I started talking to the fawn and he kept looking our way. For the longest time after that my son actually believed that I could talk to deer and was telling everyone about it.
My conversations with my son (4) are a little lighter. I walk in the door: Matthew: DAAADDDDYYYY! Me: Hey buddy. Matthew: Where's the big buck?!?! Me (usually): Still running around the woods. Matthew: Awe, man!!! (back to Spongebob Squarepants) Good luck everyone.
I had the conversation on stand this year.My son already had his 1 and only buck so I was waiting for a big one.I called in a 4 point and had him at 23 yards quartering away and my son is saying,shoot,shoot.I say NO,he is too small and then he says if you don't I will.I had to give him a stern warning that it wasn't legal and he couldn't. Great times
I hear ya...except my son is 11 now, so I get a little "thought" thrown into his comments now. Like on opening day a few weeks ago when I passed some does first thing in my a.m. sit. Got back to the house and after the usual questions I get "well why didn't you shoot one, you know we're almost out of meat!" LOL, he's probably right. Haven't had a shot at one on the last 5 sits since. Good luck this weekend guys, raining hard here now - again.
Got that from my daughter at dinner - mumbled under her breath "I'm glad you didn't get anything". So told her, but I will, I will...
Tell me about it... Last year, my son was 5 1/2 and he was giving me advice on where to set up. "If you see a big rub, hang your stand over that!" Perhaps I should have listened to him. That's what happens when your kids watch more hunting DVDs than most others watch Sesame Street or whatever's hot now.
