01/09/12

 

This past weekend Sweet Man and Wes went hunting again for the first time this winter.  

They hunt squirrels.

Remember last year when Wes got his .22 rifle?  

This year he has gotten more camo stuff because, well, he has to have them.  Gotta blend in to kill those boogers, you know.

Sweet Man said Wes had one in his scope.  

The squirrel was sitting on a log eating and Steve knew it wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.  They were about 35 yards away.

Sweet Man said it was becoming a special Father/Son memory for him.  Here he was sitting behind Wes, encouraging him and quietly telling him where to shoot.  It was a proud moment.

Then, Wes pulled the trigger.

The shot fired!

The bullet went between the squirrel's belly and the tree.

The squirrel jumped high and ran for cover.

The squirrel was lost and Wes didn't get his first kill.  Sweet Man said he felt badly for him.... I know he will get one eventually.  It isn't like he has hunted a lot - he just have to get more experience.

However, I am sure that squirrel surely was glad.

Sweet Man did manage to shoot a squirrel and brought it home.

Sweet Man fried it up for him and Wes last night and they ate it... and both said they enjoyed it.

I chose to sacrifice and let them eat it all.

I'm good like that.