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.
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.