Hunting isn’t always about eating what you kill. Sometimes it’s about killing time while you eat.
Well, my 7 year old grandson, Keller, went deer hunting with me last weekend, and it was in the lower 20°s. His Uncle John set the alarm clock for 4:00a.m., and Keller popped right out of bed with all the guys. After a hearty breakfast of hot chocolate, donuts and sweet rolls, the guys left the cabin. Keller and I chose to wait a little longer for daylight.
We broke out the thermos of hot chocolate as soon as we set up in the deer stand.
And cookies...
And the lemonade...
He ate all the Cracker Jacks and bag of mixed nuts the night before...
Did I mention the marshmallows?
It was pretty darn cold outside, but toasty inside…
The real hunt began back at camp.
Just like his daddy…
Happy trails,
Pop
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