A Hunting We Will Go

So today Davis and I went hunting. It was Davis' first time to ever go.
We got up at 3:30 a.m. to head to the ranch. Davis was so exited he could not stop talking.
d: sixty plus sixty is one twenty and that is two hours.
d: when I come back from the bathroom at school, I always tell Wesley I like his drawing. Even though he pulled my jersey off during P.E.
These any many other random pieces of information that I can't recall because it was FOUR in the morning and he never went back to sleep.

So, we make it into our deer blind.
I have a gun, not loaded, with bullets in my pocket. I do not intend on shooting anything, but since I am "hunting" I should have a rifle.

So the following is all the things that Davis said on his first hunt. Sometimes I had to turn my head to avoid him seeing me laughing.

We are all of 7 minutes into our morning hunt when he covers his eyes and in his cry voice says "I want to go back home" Now, in his defense the wind was howling, it was pitch black and, really, a little creepy. So I assured him we were just fine.
d: "can the wind blow this over(referring to the blind)?"
me: "no, we are fine"

An hour later...
d: "we should whistle and maybe they will come"
me: ummm I don't think so

me: Look Davis, a cow!
d: Can we shoot it?
me: no
d: Awwwe I really want to shoot something.

me: Oh I see a bird right there on that stump, do you see it?
d: yes, can we shoot it?
me: no
d: awwwe man.

We are done now. So we start walking around our little part of the ranch.
d: if a cow is mean to me, I'm gonna throw sticks at it.
me: {giving my that's not nice face}
d: what? If he is mean to me I am.
me: {silence}
me: Ya know those cows and all this land belong to Uncle Chris and his family.
d: what? Did they plant all this stuff (referring to the cactus, trees and shrubs)?
me: { i just shake my head with a face that probably says "really, you are asking this"}
d: Oh. No, that would be hard.

Now we are driving with grandpa and talking about how all we saw was a cow.
d: I think I know why the deer don't go to the feeders. They figured out that the "base" is where the people who shoot them are by the feeders.

Later at camp...
d: ouchie, ouchie, get it. It's a spikey ball. Get it off me. (referring to the sticker that is stuck to his sock.)

On to our evening hunt...
me: you stay down and I'll tell you if a deer comes. That way they don't see two heads in here.
d: But how am I going to shoot it? We didn't bring it (the gun) for nothing. We brought it to shoot.

me: shhhhh there is a buck at the feeder
d: can we shoot it?
me: no, we are not shooting.
d: ahhhhh, then what did you bring the gun for?
me: {silence}

We did see 7 or 8 does, a buck, a red fox and a turkey. Davis even sneezed (thank you for jinxing us Uncle Jay) and the doe kept eating.

Finally to conclude our evening hunt...
d: I just want to get out of this nasty place.
It was an old dusty, dirty, tree stand we were in at this point.

So, that was our first hunting experience with Davis. It is kind of the opposite of the Beverly Hillbillies taking Jethro to the city.