Picked up seven. Lost three or four more in the woods. Shot a box and a half of shells (actually a pretty good average for me). Had a blast!
Seven year old son Grant asked to go at the last minute. I figured that would be the END of any hunting. I could hear it in my head before we got there. "I'm hot/cold/wet/hungry/bored/tired........etc".
Couldn't have been more wrong. He had a blast. He picked up my birds and helped our nearest neighbor. Stayed till five thirty or so and when he decided he'd finally had enough I took out for the truck immediately. He was such a good sport about everything I figured he deserved not to wait too long.
One of the best hunting days I've ever had. Mainly because of how often he told me how much fun he was having.
