Little Loudmouth
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Okay. I don't know if this will be as good as sm or Smoke's stuff, but I sure hope it will be. Here goes.
The boy feels a hand on his shoulder. He mumbles something like "I'm trying to sleep," then remembers, at the same time he hears a chuckle and his dad's voice saying: "Okay, you can sleep, I'll go hunt opening day by myself."
That does it. In an instant, the boy is up, dressed, and standing next to his dad in the gun room. His dad chuckles again, then lifts an FIAS 20-gauge over and under from the rack in front of him and slides it into a soft gun case. The boy shoots a look in his direction, then steps to another rack and lifts an old Ithaca 66 single-shot 20 from it and slips it into a second case.
They both walk down the stairs and shrug into blaze-orange hunting vests, pick up their guns, and walk outside to the '93 Dodge Dakota parked in front of the house. Soon, they're rumbling away to the woods for a day of grouse hunting.
In the next hours, they hear a lot of birds, miss a few, and generally have a good time, eventually returning to the truck, game pockets empty, but still happy. As the Dodge comes in sight, the dad throws an arm around his son's shoulders, happy because he seemed to like this first day, happy that he's happy. He knows that eventually his son will grow up, go to college, get a job, and start living his life, but right now, that doesn't matter. What matters now is that he's in the woods with his dad, and they're both happy.
The boy feels a hand on his shoulder. He mumbles something like "I'm trying to sleep," then remembers, at the same time he hears a chuckle and his dad's voice saying: "Okay, you can sleep, I'll go hunt opening day by myself."
That does it. In an instant, the boy is up, dressed, and standing next to his dad in the gun room. His dad chuckles again, then lifts an FIAS 20-gauge over and under from the rack in front of him and slides it into a soft gun case. The boy shoots a look in his direction, then steps to another rack and lifts an old Ithaca 66 single-shot 20 from it and slips it into a second case.
They both walk down the stairs and shrug into blaze-orange hunting vests, pick up their guns, and walk outside to the '93 Dodge Dakota parked in front of the house. Soon, they're rumbling away to the woods for a day of grouse hunting.
In the next hours, they hear a lot of birds, miss a few, and generally have a good time, eventually returning to the truck, game pockets empty, but still happy. As the Dodge comes in sight, the dad throws an arm around his son's shoulders, happy because he seemed to like this first day, happy that he's happy. He knows that eventually his son will grow up, go to college, get a job, and start living his life, but right now, that doesn't matter. What matters now is that he's in the woods with his dad, and they're both happy.
