Well, it is probably safe to say that my son is addicted! Another duck season has come and gone and he, like his father, is counting the days until the season starts again. He had a great time this year hunting with his daddy and the Funky Bunch. None of the other guys have children, so Mason is their adopted “little hunting buddy.” It does make me fell better to know that he has so many eyes watching him while he is out there. He’s so serious about the whole thing. He gets to the camp with all those guys and starts talking huntin’ like he is just a grown as they are. Surprisingly he knows more than you would expect a 5 year old to know about hunting, guns, ducks, calling, etc. He loves it! Love everything about it--the clothes, the calls, the gear, the face paint...So folks, I guess that I am just going to have to get used to spending those long winter months by myself on the weekends because I already have two addicts and I feel sure that I will have another in the next few years!
Taking Aim
The war paint is on!
