Somewhere, I've got a picture of my grandson, at age 4, when he was dove hunting with his Dad and I. Camos, boots, lil boy camo hat and a set of ear muffs. In one hand, he's got a bag of chips and in the other is half full bottle of Dr Pepper. Most of the DP was poured down the front of him when he was trying to decide which hand to use to point out the doves that were coming in to us.
To me, that's what hunting all about. The memories...
He took me!
Wish you were here.
Proud Parent of a Marine