I think of myself as a real hunter. As a matter of fact, I think of myself of a real good hunter. However my older son seems to have much more of the mindset of a true hunter than even I do. He thinks of nothing else anymore. To say that he is obsessed with hunting would be an understatement.

While he still watches cartoons and kid’s videos like Cars, Babe, Open Season and Bambi, anymore he is more likely to ask to watch a big buck video from Realtree or a coyote hunting video from World Hunting Group (his absolute favorite). And while we did not allow him to even have a toy gun until just recently, he now has several including one that is a friend’s muzzleloader stock with a dowel attached as a barrel. He carries these around at all times and even sleeps with them! He is also constantly “shooting” big bucks, mama does, coyotes and hogs; he also carries around his giant stuffed animal Easter bunny and shows it off as his “trophy” rabbit.

However, if all of that wasn’t enough, Amy and I are now considering an intervention to bring him back to childhood after the following exchange on Friday when we were headed fishing. We had stopped at our local bait shop, and Amy had run in to get some weights and crickets. I turned around in our van to speak to the kids and keep them from getting restless. I thought I would tell them about a couple of wild hogs that I had gotten to play with over at a friends (he had them in a pen)

Me: ” Boys, Dada saw a couple of big hogs the other day.”

Bo: “Let’s go shoot them!”

Me: “Bo, we don’t always have to shoot the animals. Sometimes it is just nice to watch them.”

Bo: “Yea, then we shoot them!”

Me: “Yes son, but sometimes it is fun to just watch them walking through the woods”

Bo: “That’s right. We have to let them walk until we have a clean shot, then we shoot them!”

I tried several more times to get my point across, but it was totally lost on a young man determined to get his first kill under his belt. Bo even told me that I could not shoot any more hogs since it was his turn…

Like the hunter’s wife, I am now in counseling!

Disclaimer: While our boys are obsessed with hunting, I don’t want any one to think that we are neglecting other important subjects like learning. Bo Hunt is 3.5 years old and knows all of his letters and numbers, and is even starting to read! Will Hunt is about to turn 2, and he also knows all of his letters, shapes, colors and most of his numbers. They are truly some incredibly smart young men, they just happen to love what dada does and want to be just like him. I could not be more proud!

I also want to let everyone know that my posting has been a little off due to being VERY busy making some important changes to our lives. I will be posting about them over the next few days, and I look forward to sharing these developments with you.

Jeff

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