Wife took the oldest boy to the ER last night for a gash on the back of his heel, on the way she "startled" him when they passed a buck.
She laughed when he got all excited and started pointing out shot angles and how cool it would be to get one that is still in velvet.
Took all three to the range yesterday, shot the airrifle, .22's and the oldest boys new 20 gauge. Nothing like the youngest boy wanting to shoot the 20 gauge first to overcomes the oldests fears of the boom stick. Next thing I know Mr. Shy and Bashful can't tolerate his younger brother shooting his shotgun and I am two boxes of shotgun shells less than when I started.
Airrifle was a big hit even single shot like it is. There is already a safari being planned to go after big bushy butted grays if we can find anywhere up here out of the city limits. All in all a fairly destructive weekend was had by all.
