The Youth of a Nation

Welcome Hunters,

As much as all of us would like to ignore the fact that we aren’t getting any younger and that someday–just someday–we might not be able to do all that we can now, I think it is comforting to know that we can pass on our knowledge and traditions to the youth of this nation. It might be easy to dismiss the idea that our youths are going to be able to lead the free world someday, I mean look at ’em, they are ingesting bath salts, wearing cloths that are tighter than my scent blocking under-armor, and sleep all day (that is my best old man impersonation). But, what we have to remember is that we can play a part of some youths’ lives and that when given the opportunity to mentor a youth we have to jump on it like a fox getting on a rabbit. And this opportunity came walking into my cross-hairs this weekend and I didn’t waste anytime to pull the trigger.

I have two great nephews, that’s them below with my Dad–who taught me what I know and I will forever be grateful for him taking the time to pass down his knowledge.

Grandpa and his boys after the hunt.

Grandpa and his boys after the hunt.

As you can see it was all smiles on this weekend’s hunt, but not only because my nephew was a part of his FIRST successful hunt, but because three generations of our family were able to get together stomp through some woods and share stories, laughs, memories, and traditions that will now live on in those young boys minds for the rest of their lives.

We had our share of laughs for sure. The youngest one, was having trouble staying on his feet because of the ice and the branches that kept getting snagged on his boot, which lead to a few laughs as he lay on the ground after his most recent fall. And normally the hunters are the one scaring up the rabbits, but my oldest nephew, well lets just say he almost took off running in the other direction when that first fur bullet jetted out of the brush covering, we all had a good laugh at that.

At some points during our hunt,  I would watch as my dad and the boys wondered off together and although I couldn’t hear what he was saying, I knew that he was creating a moment in time that he and the boys would look back on and even though none of them may remember what exactly was said, they will all remember how they were truly together at that time and that it was perfect in that instance.

So please enjoy the pictures of our time together and if you are an outdoors enthusiast, take some time to pass on your traditions to the youth of our nation and ask them to take those headphones out of their ears for a minute or two.

-R-

Passing on traditions.

Passing on traditions.

The two brothers.

The two brothers.

His first successful hunt!

His first successful hunt!

Taking aim and reloading.

Taking aim and reloading.

Don't miss!

Don’t miss!

Practice makes perfect.

Practice makes perfect.

Gabe was more interested in picking up the shell casings sometimes, than actually hunting.

Gabe was more interested in picking up the shell casings sometimes, than actually hunting.

The start of the day and the memories.

The start of the day and the memories.

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