First of Many

For Christmas, my parents gave T an air rifle

T opening it...

T with my dad checking out the pellets

Of course we had to try it out...(please note that the helmet- he had just gotten from Aunt Kella-was on from riding his new scooter from Grand)

My parents aka my Dad wanted to get him something that he could learn on and needed help with.  Here he is getting a lesson from his Daddy. 

I had to give it a try!!

The next morning, T and I went hunting with Chance but we didn't take T's new gun.  We left all the shooting up to Chance.  T wanted to go hunting and I wanted to document T's first (of many) duck hunting experience.

T getting dressed

He's ready!!!

I LOVE these 2

In the blind and ready for the ducks!!!

1 duck!!  We put the ear protectors on T and then we tried to whisper to him.  LOL.  What were we thinking.  The best was when Chance whispered to us to be quiet a duck was coming.  Of course T didn't hear him so he stands up (very excitedly) and yells, "Daddy a duck, shoot him!!"  Needless to say, that duck got away.  Like most 4 year olds (he was 4 still at Christmas) he lost interested soon.  After about 20 minutes he said, "Daddy we've been here for hours.  Can we go back to MeMe's house and get some breakfast?" 

Heading to MeMe's house

The brothers with their boys!!  As you can see, Uncle Barret's cute little helper didn't got with him so he killed more ducks.  LOL.

All the men that went duck hunting!!!