Hunting season

For those of you who don't know, my hubby loves to hunt for ducks, geese, and pheasants. When we were dating I was brave enough to go out and hunt with him. I don't shoot... I just walk, wait, and possibly call in a bird or two. I had more fun watching the dog in action. It amazes me how a loving, caring lab can turn into a good hunting dog. I know it is in their DNA and it is fun to watch them in action. I got to see our lovable Abby hunt and I was amazed when she got older and couldn't move well, how she looked like a young pup out in the tall grass sniffing up pheasants. Now our young Duke is learning how to train his nose and do what daddy says... truely amazing to watch.

I made a deal with my hubby before kids that I would take hunter's safety with them when the time came. I was sort of hoping for girls that wouldn't want to hunt but I have one little boy that can't wait to hunt with is daddy. He loves to play with his shotgun (daddy makes sure he only shoots up in the air at birds). Brian's "trophies" are few and far between and that is a standing joke between hubby and wife. Good thing we can laugh at each other and know it is still love.

This bird season has had Matthew all excited to see a duck. So everytime Brian comes home from hunting, Matthew greets him at the door asking if he got a duck. When Brian would tell him no, Matthew would be all sad and say "Oh I wanted you to get a duck so we can eat it." Well yesterday Brian went pheasant hunting and when he got home, he was greeted by the same Matthew greeting but this time daddy got to tell us of his pursuit and the chase and the catch. Yes daddy came home with a pheasant. Matthew was so happy. He was jumping on the chair saying daddy got a pheasant, we get to eat it. He continued to say this while daddy got his "trophy" to show the us. When Brian walked in the door, Matthew stopped jumping and asked daddy "What's that?" Daddy said "This is the pheasant." Matthew said "Oh gross... I'm not eating that!" hahahaha. Only from a 3 year old mouth!

Kimberly has said from day one this hunting season she is not going to eat a duck. When younger, she used to be interested in ducks and fish that daddy brought home and cleaned. I guess her 6 year old mind has decided she is too girly for that cause she constantly says how gross it is. Well when Brian came home with his pheasant, she didn't even want to get close to it. Gross she would tell me. So I decided to have a little lesson and talk to her about the pioneers and having to hunt for their food. We talked about them hunting for their dinner and that was how they survived. Kimberly's 6 year old mouth then asked me "Why didn't they just eat cereal cause that is what I would do". Silly girl.

We had many funnies come out yesterday with the hunt but one of my most favorite would have to be from Duke. Brian said he was on the hunt after this pheasant and did really well. But when it was shot and on the ground flapping, Duke picked it up but hated it flapping in his face and dropped it pretty fast. haha. But when they got home, Duke pranced around the backyard with his "trophy" in his mouth more than once. He was so cute. Hopefully now that he got a bird, he will know what to do and be better next time. He is still a puppy that is learning and it shows most days.

I know the day will come when my boys will be out with their dad and I will be proud. I will also be a worry wart cause that is who I am. Good thing I have a few more years!