But it would appear I have a wild-about-the-outdoors, rough-and-tumble Cabela Boy on my hands.
When he’s not riding on the tractor or working in the man cave with his daddy, enjoying leaves and dirt for their unique tactile qualities, playing with his cars and making engine noises, or mounting something unstable and destined for disaster…he’s hammering something breakable with something considerably less breakable…and loving every single minute of it.
He recently bonded with a large, wooden structure.
And refused to come down.
We shall call it “tree stand”.
He was practicing his look-out skills.
Every hunter knows a keen eye is instrumental to fresh venison acquisition.
After waiting patiently for 5.7 minutes, with no buck in sight, he turns his rig {oh, did I mention his tree stand is mobile?} and heads for new territory.
He spots one. It’s a 3 point.
“Aaaargh!” he mouths silently…fully aware that sudden noise in the presence of possible victory, is a hunter’s worst enemy.
Upon realizing the rustle in the underbrush is simply his sister, sporting her triple-peaked noggin-warmer, he dismounts – via the conveniently located man-chute – and decides playing in the sand is much more thing today.
Better luck next season, son.
“Argh”.
{I just love these baby blues!}
