My Great White Hunter

A few Saturdays ago,

 Eddie and his bestest buddy

since grade school, Rob went duck hunting.

They've done quite a bit of duck

hunting this year, and thankfully only

bagged one or two a time.

I'm not the biggest fan of "duck".

But, this outing was a little different.

The morning started out foggy-

which forced the birds to fly low.

While waiting for the ducks to appear,

a whole flock of Canadian geese

flew fairly low over their heads.

I guess this is very unusual,

the geese normally stay so high in

the sky that you can't get off a good 

shot at them (so I'm told).

With shaking hands and wobbly guns

Eddie and Rob shot the first 

Canadian geese of their long hunting careers.

As soon as they got home, Eddie ran

into the house and had me take my camera

out to snap a few pictures of them.

They were so excited- retelling the story

of the hunt a few times, getting more

and more animated as they went :)

My mom, on the other hand, wasn't

quite as excited. She served one of her missions

in Canada, and when seeing the geese, shed

a few tears over them. (Which is weird- 

because she is a big hunter herself.

So first thing Monday morning I took

her to get what she calls her "distemper

shot". It helps her emotions even out a bit :)

Now I am not such a fan of hunting.

I do not understand the whole concept of 

the thing. I am grateful for the meat,

which has saved us many a years, and

is dang healthy for you.

But when the sport can make Eddie this giddy

and feel like a kid again-

Hey, I'm all for it!