Hunting season has begun here in MN and my hubby and his hunting dog are in 7th heaven. Pheasant opener was yesterday but due to a family wedding Matt wasn't able to participate, even though I knew he would much rather be wearing camo than khakis. What a guy!
Matt got up with the kids this morning and took care of breakfast, allowing me to sleep in (again...what a guy!), but as soon as I came down stairs he donned his neon orange duds, loaded his guns in the car and took Hooch out for some quality guy time. And much to their delight and satisfaction they came home a couple hours later triumphant in their quest. Hooch had gotten up a beautiful hen, Matt sent her spiraling back down to earth and Hooch retrieved her just like a good 4 legged hunting companion should do.
We had just sat down to have lunch when the conquerors came home to rest and replenish and the kids were beside themselves with excitement. They LOVE seeing Daddy's spoils of the hunt and we always take pictures of them checking things out. So, after we all finished eating we headed outside for our investigating and documenting.
Bre has no fear and just grabs with bare hands whatever Daddy pulls out of his hunting bag. She even asked to watch the butchering process today which is definitely NOT something I want to see but she thought it was fascinating so good for her. Wes tends to be a little more cautious and handles things with a bit more reservation and sometimes needs some encouragement from Matt to feel safe handling these dead animals Daddy brings home. We never force him to hold something he doesn't want to of course, but when he does he is SO very proud of himself afterward and will talk about it for days to come.
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