TaperPin
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There we were, the grandson and I sitting at a good vantage point to spot little varmints that thought they’d invade our space. He has never been been hunting before, but was a quick learner - I’d point out the obvious ones moving out in the open first - Zonk! - his first kill. Zap! - his second. We grinned in unison. Then I pointed to a few that were just barely sticking their heads out - he tried, but they were too hidden to take out.
I’d point out areas they were likely to be - his eyes would follow the pattern of glassing that was being shown with a pointed finger, systematically picking apart the landscape for any movement or a shape that’s not supposed to be there, then looking over the same area again, and again until one made a dash for it - Bonk! - dead varmint!
Once things calmed down we moved to another vantage point near a prime food source and continued scanning the hiding places and shadows. He really caught on to searching in a pattern, spending extra time on small draws and other hard to see areas. A minute later one walked out to scan the country side. Kapow! Dead varmint. He might have giggled a bit since his mom was asking if we were OK - I didn’t dare tell her what we were up to and simply said, “We’re just having fun.”
When a 14 month old enjoys hunting and putting the finger tip smash on sugar ants as much as he does, I think we’ll have a lot of fun hunting bigger varmints down the road once he can walk.
I’d point out areas they were likely to be - his eyes would follow the pattern of glassing that was being shown with a pointed finger, systematically picking apart the landscape for any movement or a shape that’s not supposed to be there, then looking over the same area again, and again until one made a dash for it - Bonk! - dead varmint!
Once things calmed down we moved to another vantage point near a prime food source and continued scanning the hiding places and shadows. He really caught on to searching in a pattern, spending extra time on small draws and other hard to see areas. A minute later one walked out to scan the country side. Kapow! Dead varmint. He might have giggled a bit since his mom was asking if we were OK - I didn’t dare tell her what we were up to and simply said, “We’re just having fun.”
When a 14 month old enjoys hunting and putting the finger tip smash on sugar ants as much as he does, I think we’ll have a lot of fun hunting bigger varmints down the road once he can walk.
