huntinaz
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Well it's squirrel season in northern Arizona, and I finally had day off. Took the family out the other day for the afternoon, this was our first family squirrel hunt. We got a couple:
Hunting with my girls (notice the cammo
):
My big hunter. She didn't see a single squirrel. She didn't see the herd of deer either. She's not much for watchin, but she likes to go too:
First hunt with the kids. The little one could care less. The big one was scared of the dead squirrels at first, but she came around:
Told ya
Helping daddy with the skinning:
She found it pretty interesting:
My old man started me young and I always appreciated it. Reckon I'd do the same for my kids. I hope they both end up hunting with me later in life but they'll know where meat comes from whether they like it or not, and that's more than I can say for most folks. My daughter is 2 1/2 years old and it was crystal clear to her that the bite of meat she was about to eat came from the squirrel she watched me skin a few hours prior. That is lost on most people these days:
Hunting with my girls (notice the cammo
My big hunter. She didn't see a single squirrel. She didn't see the herd of deer either. She's not much for watchin, but she likes to go too:
First hunt with the kids. The little one could care less. The big one was scared of the dead squirrels at first, but she came around:
Told ya
Helping daddy with the skinning:
She found it pretty interesting:
My old man started me young and I always appreciated it. Reckon I'd do the same for my kids. I hope they both end up hunting with me later in life but they'll know where meat comes from whether they like it or not, and that's more than I can say for most folks. My daughter is 2 1/2 years old and it was crystal clear to her that the bite of meat she was about to eat came from the squirrel she watched me skin a few hours prior. That is lost on most people these days:
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