Turkey hunt musings

I keep writing and deleting and writing and deleting. My feelings about guns are complicated. Our world is complicated. There is so much that needs to change. As a mother and a thoughtful human being, I support everything about the movement to curb gun violence. How can anyone not.

As paradoxes go, I also support turkey hunting. I joined my husband and son Saturday morning and it was something special. Creek rolled out of bed at 5:30 ready to go. Apple juice, blanket, extra diapers, binoculars and his Nerf gun. We trekked through the quiet dark woods and set up shop in a tent on the edge of a field. We whispered and waited. The sun came up. No gobblers, just a hen and a crow. Nothing to shoot. But Creek was learning. He was absorbing all the sounds and nuances of the nature around us. Rem was teaching him how to call for birds and how to sit patiently. He soaked it all in. When we decided it was time to go, he took a few shots at the decoy with his Nerf gun and we had a good laugh. No turkey dinner for us but I’m so thankful my son is growing up outdoors with these types of experiences.

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