Sometimes the best hunts happen when you don't even bring a gun!

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Congrats on the excellent Hunt!

Here's the tough question... Did she help out after the kill, with preparation of the ribs, boston butt, loins, BB-Q, hams, etc...?

I have a 12 year old, and that is when he generally falls alseep...:D
 
My wife is Veterinarian. My girls have been assisting her with various surgeries since they were toddlers. I have the opposite problem, I have to restrain my girls from rolling in the gut pile! They love to poke prod and cut innards!:D
 
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My wife is Veterinarian. My girls have been assisting her with various surgeries since they were toddlers. I have the opposite problem, I have to restrain my girls from rolling in the gut pile! They love to poke prod and cut innards!

Well I only have the one daughter, wanted a son but made the best of the situation. She was in the woods before she was out of diapers, I just wasn't buying into the she's too little to be out in that mentality. From your above quote, it is the exact same thing she did growing up, every time we had a gut pile she had a stick poking around in it to see what was what.

Unfortunately for her, she grew up with hunting in her blood. She is now 27 and has three sons of her own whom are also in the woods just about every weekend. We are fortunate to have a small family farm and they only live about a half hour from. They spend more time there than I do I would bet. This past Thanksgiving the daughter got another nice buck and the oldest grandson (who then just turned 9) got his first buck. It was pretty neat as he used the same rifle his mom had used when she was 9 to take her first buck. It was great from my point of view, but he took his first hog with reduced loads and my .308, two weeks before his 4th birthday.
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Bailee,

If you read this please understand that these are the time in your paws life that fulfill his soul. There are few things in this world that compare to sharing ones love of the outdoors with our children, and having that love reflected back in such a way as you and your sisters have shown. Your all a ways from getting there and please be in no hurry to get there, but one day you will see what I am talking about and it will all come flooding back to you in a split second. You will sit beside your child and coach them through just like your pop, and in that split second between the trigger being squeezed and the rifle blast, you will remember in vivid detail the time you were in the exact same position.

Good luck to you all in your future adventures and thank you so much for sharing in detail about this hunt. As mentioned above, this is what it's all about. The passing from one generation to another and so on and so on. As it has been in the past so shall it be in the future. My pop passed way too soon and I miss him dearly, but post like this, and the times I spend with my daughter and grandsons in the woods, keep him and his spirit alive and well in our thoughts and memories.

Thanks again.
 
My daughter is chomping at the bit for me to take her hunting... I've promised her that next year (when she's 13) will be the start of her first hunting season. Congrats to all of you who raise your sons and daughters to understand the source of their food.

Great shot's too :)
 
Its a fairy tale. Just look how he write time as 19:30 instead of1930. Your busted.. :neener::neener:

Great story. I wish I lived there for the hog hunting. I would be gone so much my wife would need to picture to remember my face.:what:
 
I have been hunting with 2 boys on multiple occasions now, and each time we hunt together, I use enough discipline in advance to mentally prepare myself so that i never shoot while they are there, and always offer them the shots, and help them to make them. The Oldest boy, Phillip, harvested his first deer in FL, a whitetail doe, in 2009, while younger brother Garrett was right there with us. This year Garrett got a turn, and he actually shot twice and missed an 8 point both times one morning. I was watching thru my rifle scope each time that he fired, and ejected 2 unfired .270 rounds, by working the bolt from pure habit after hearing each of his gun-shots... I never realized i had not shot until well after I saw the unfired .270 bullets laying beside me. That was just as good as pulling the trigger.

funny thing is, I don't remember making as many mistakes that i notice them making now, while learning, but I'm sur my Grandfather had the same thoughts...:)
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