Shaman, SO neat to have a youngster to mentor and bring along to vicariously enjoy the hunt through their eyes. I knew that my son Andrew definitely got his mother's hunting gene when I heard such things as "Wake me up when you see one dad" or "Why don't the deer move around more in the daylight?" Sawing the checkering on his new rifle's forearm back and forth on the edge of the blind because it made a neat noise was the last straw. The kid would have been happier with a new X-Box than that rifle. You can lead them to water... His mother referred to Gander Mountain as "The dumb old gun store".
