We were held up in town Friday night.  It was hot and muggy and looking like it was going to rain, so we decided to wait to go down to camp until morning.  That delayed things, but Angus made his debut as a solo hunter Saturday afternoon with a trip out for squirrels.  Nothing showed up, and he came back empty handed.  However, Sunday morning, I heard a shot off towards Left Leg Creek, and a short while later the walkie-talkie crackled.

“One squirrel KIA,” came the proud voice.  It sounded like he’d been doing it his whole life.  Well, he had.  He just had been doing it with me.

And with that, Angus, myself, pretty much our whole family crossed a threshold.  I won’t  be taking sons out hunting anymore.  Oh, we’ll go. We may even go together.    It just won’t be the same until the grandchildren come on line.  I took my shotgun down, but I really had no great urge to go out.  Instead, I sat up at the Thoughtful Spot and drank my coffee, and watched the sun come up and waited for the shot.

Congratulations son.

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