Zachary went Dove hunting for the first time Saturday with his Daddy. Greg said he put him in the truck and buckled him up in his PJs because he couldn't get him to wake up! Well, it was 3:30 in the morning!
All in all, it seems they had a good time. Of all the birds they shot, they could only get Zac to pick up one of them, and he did that by holding onto the tip of a wing with the tips of his fingers. :-) They all bagged their limits, except Poppa T. Once he arrived at the water tank he realized he had left his hunting license at home! Poor Poppa T! They told me how he and Zac were leaning against each other in a squated position while Poppa T was cleaning birds. I guess Zac was tired of squating so he got up and moved, leaving Poppa T to fall backwards on his fanny on the ground! They don't realize how stocky Zac is until he pulls a stunt like this! That boy is built like a Tank! He's still Momma's boy, though. He brought me back a hand full of whilte rocks and said, "Mommy, I found these pretty rocks for you." What a sweetie!