huntingaddiction
FNG
Every spring one of my buddies rents an Air BnB and invites us all over to hunt. This year he insisted that I bring my now four year old, Wyatt. Wyatt has gone on a couple hunts with me before, last year during deer season camp watched as Wyatt showed grit and determination hiking out of the snake river breaks and refusing help.
My buddy Donnie (Uncle Donnie to Wyatt) is great about making hunting camps about the kids and this was no different. Wyatt had an absolute blast. He hunted, napped, ate, hunted and napped some more. He watched movies we probably shouldn't have let him watch, but it was either that or we watch Scooby Doo the whole time.
Two days in Wyatt, his Uncle Mike and myself had messed up around 5 toms. The third morning found us in a new spot, as we got out of the truck there was silence, but as we got closer to the private property line we could hear a Tom. Getting to the private property line we had a Tom coming right at us and we hadn't even called yet. We quickly set up and I threw Wyatt's camo over the top of him as my buddy hit the calls.
The whole time Wyatt was whispering a play by play to me. When the gobbler finally stepped into sight, Wyatt starts to get excited, "Dad, there he is, shoot him, shoot him!". Before we could blow it, I pulled the trigger. BANG, turkey down! I won't lie, I got pretty emotional on this one!
My buddy Donnie (Uncle Donnie to Wyatt) is great about making hunting camps about the kids and this was no different. Wyatt had an absolute blast. He hunted, napped, ate, hunted and napped some more. He watched movies we probably shouldn't have let him watch, but it was either that or we watch Scooby Doo the whole time.
Two days in Wyatt, his Uncle Mike and myself had messed up around 5 toms. The third morning found us in a new spot, as we got out of the truck there was silence, but as we got closer to the private property line we could hear a Tom. Getting to the private property line we had a Tom coming right at us and we hadn't even called yet. We quickly set up and I threw Wyatt's camo over the top of him as my buddy hit the calls.
The whole time Wyatt was whispering a play by play to me. When the gobbler finally stepped into sight, Wyatt starts to get excited, "Dad, there he is, shoot him, shoot him!". Before we could blow it, I pulled the trigger. BANG, turkey down! I won't lie, I got pretty emotional on this one!