Sam went on his first "Quirrel" hunt as he says it. We had a blast and it was unforgettable for me. He even had his little toy pistol with him. By some miracle, we actually got a squirrel which made it all the better. As close to a perfect hunt as I can recall. Sam was a real trooper. Zachary was great with his little brother as was Paul Jr. We all carried him as some point that evening. The winter woods are my favorite place to be. The barreness of it all is latent with the promise of life. It is somehow pure. The cold cleans up the place. The winter woods are a hallowed place to me and to be there with my three sons was more than I could ask for.
I'll never forget the satisfaction of that hunt. On the way home I treated my "men" to a coke at the local gas station. What a great time even that was. God has truly blessed my with fine young men and one in the making.
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