My son holds his first duck. Sure, he didn't shoot it, Granddad did, but he got hit by the ejecting shell so he figures it's at least partly his. He was scared to death to touch it at first, it was "gross", but after some firm cajoling he did it. It's not that gross, apparently.
So another young one joins the hunting fraternity.
So another young one joins the hunting fraternity.


















































