huntin' guys

Tom and Drew went on their first ever hunting trip together this morning. They both had a great time and I know that Tom has been looking forward to this day since the sonogram tech told us, 'It's a boy!'. haha

Last night Tom went out and got Drew his very own pair of coveralls and they bundled up this morning to hide in the bushes so they could shoot a duck. Wow! Sounds like such fun to me....

They got one bird, but Tom said that if they'd gotten their before sunrise they would have gotten a truckload of ducks. Yummy.

When they got home Drew brought the dead duck in the house to show me. I tried to keep my cool; really I did, but it was too much and I went squealing to Lily's bedroom.

Just now, as I began to type this, Drew came over and said, "Hey, hunting Mom. I'm a huntin' guy." (in a Southern accent, of course.)

I'd call their little trip to the lake a success. I hope that Drew continues to enjoy this activity with Tom. I know that experiences like this are such a cool part of raising kids and can really keep fathers and sons close. Well, I assume that it can keep fathers and daughters close, too; but I wouldn't call Lily interested in hunting...only the dead animals.