Took my boy out for a few crows. Left my shotgun at home as this was all about him. Plenty of shots fired, young fella got some nice kills and missed a lot of great chances. Pictured below my boy with his first big glossy crow of the season.
You are a good Dad! I was blessed with a great Dad, too. He introduced me to hunting on rats in the prison dump in Terre Haute. He loved to sit out on woodchucks and squirrels along the Wabash and whack them with his Winchester Model 70 (1952 vintage) in .22 K-Hornet. Kind of a brother to your fine M12's.
