Past-times
I went hunting for my kid. I found him afield. Decked in camo oh so green. He was a sight hardly to be seen. Deer and turkey, blue jays and fox, a cat and a mouse; while he called with his box. Most were too far, some were to quick, no tail feathers to post from this hunting trip. A cold I brought back, nose running like Jenner; I think that the boys experience was much more the better. Patience was learned, how to sit oh so quiet. Respect was earned, for nature's quiet riot. Gobbles and squawks, squeeks, snorts and loud screeches announced the residents in such splendid manner. His adrenaline and smiles tell me that we will be doing this again
