Mississippi's Youth Deer Season. After shooting more yesterday than he sometimes does while duck hunting, Duncan convinced me to check the zero on my Grandfather's trusty ol' .308. It was off. Way off. Rezeroed, let him fire a practice round for confidence. Baby girl went hunting with us that afternoon. One and a half year-old spike bucks have been deemed cull by MDWFP on our club property. Perfect. It walked to within 25 yards and last thing I whispered was that if he missed it wasn't the gun's fault this time.
Baby Girl had stood in the blind so she could see. The 120-pounder met Jesus the instant Duncan pulled the trigger. I hit it, Daddy! And then, to my surprise, came the tears. First the boy's, then Baby Girl's. Good. I think they now properly understand.
A talk - the talk - followed by a couple high-fives. We climbed down to go see Duncan's trophy. From another blind, Forrest passed on a young, 15-inch six-point, twice. A sign of the times: he sent me a cell phone pic of the buck, too. He couldn't lower the boom on a couple wary does, watched turkeys and wished he'd has his airgun to kill the racoon that ambled by. He and Mom had a great time. Forrest has two under his belt from preceding seasons.
Duncan was proud to at long last sport the time-honored blood tradition.
Ramsey Russell's GetDucks.com
A talk - the talk - followed by a couple high-fives. We climbed down to go see Duncan's trophy. From another blind, Forrest passed on a young, 15-inch six-point, twice. A sign of the times: he sent me a cell phone pic of the buck, too. He couldn't lower the boom on a couple wary does, watched turkeys and wished he'd has his airgun to kill the racoon that ambled by. He and Mom had a great time. Forrest has two under his belt from preceding seasons.
Duncan was proud to at long last sport the time-honored blood tradition.
Ramsey Russell's GetDucks.com
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