My son and I went squirrel hunting this morning in an old block of hardwoods that I first set foot on when I wasn't much older than him. He went to the honey hole woods behind the barn and I went to another block a little further back. He decided to take his shotgun this morning and I had just got to my spot when his first shot broke the morning silence. He was on the board with a dull thud of a young gray hitting the forest floor. He is old enough to hunt by himself now but I couldn't help but wish I was standing with him. A couple of minutes later his shotgun rang out again as a barker caught my attention. It was time for me to get busy. Nine grays and a fox later , I had my limit. I worked my way to my son, eager to see what he had. He ended up with five beautiful grays. His woodsmanship is getting better every trip.
