Finally, my boys got to do something that I've always wanted them to do.....go hunting with their Papa. Spending the night at the deer camp, playing around the bonfire with cousins and other little hunters, early morning breakfast in the kitchen, suiting up in new camouflage, loading up on Papa's four wheeler, riding in the dark to a stand, patiently awaiting a deer sighting, lunch back at the kitchen, skipping naptime, learning all about guns from the pro, shooting a REAL gun at the rifle range.....everything was awesome in the eyes of these 2 little boys. I am truly thankful that they were able to spend this time with their grandfather, who happens to be one of the most knowledgeable around on hunting. And Brandon got to tag along as well. Part of me wishes that he had a love of the woods, but then a much larger part of me is thankful that he doesn't. While I can attend sporting events with him, I have no desire to join him in the woods.
Thankful for grandparents of these little boys and opportunities to teach them about life - whether fishing in Texas or on a deer stand in Mississippi.....
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