Creating Memories

It sure is fun watching my boys become duck slayers. They have killed more than me this year. Think my barrel is bent or something... Creating memories between fathers and sons is what it is all about. I am blessed. I can hear them now telling stories to their friends about when they hunted with their dad. We took a boy that lives across the street Tuesday to the house pit. He has never hunted or shot a gun. We let him shoot a wounded mallard with my son's 20 ga. It almost knocked him off the bench! It was too funny not to laugh. He didn't want to shoot any more that evening. Of course he fell on ice, got wet, cold, but finished the day like a trooper. On way home he called his dad (who recently moved out) and told him he got to go duck hunting and got his first mallard. Then he said "aren't you proud". Wow, glad we could give him this experience. Here is photo of boys and Rex.. I appoligize if there are a few dead frogs in the pit. Boys got to kill stuff..