Firearms and Other Redneck Pastimes

These are my boys. They went huntin' for the first time several days ago. Well, actually as my son explained they were really just "lookin' " not shooting anything. He needed to go as he got his first firearm for Christmas.

I was, at first, somewhat bothered by this particular hobby. I have adjusted to it over the years but am still somewhat uncomfortable thinking about my son wanting to go "shoot something" The fact that he would be happy shooting pretty much anything bothers me more than the hunting aspect of it. Though, there's no doubt, hunting simply isn't my cup of tea.

I don't want to go sit out in the woods and be quiet and smell bad on purpose. I don't want to be quiet- period. I don't want to see blood and guts. I really don't care that much for seeing the animals alive. I know, shocking. I sure as heck don't want to see the animals once they are dead. Bring dead animal meat into my house that did not come from the local H-E-B and I will be the one who goes huntin'.

But, I am kinda over it. The absolute, pure little boy love for going out with his Daddy and sharing this particular Redneck custom makes up for the fact that I sort-a hate it. His complete joy when he went out with his Dad and his desire to learn and understand all aspects of it make it easier to stomach. The fact that I hit a deer and it almost totaled my Suburban and then my husband hit another deer on his way to pick me up from said Wildlife Altercation, helps too.