caribou
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Me and my 1 year old grandson, Wade. Quite the man about camp.......
He loves hunting, guns, boats and placing food every where it can be fit, thrown or squeezed.
I figured to support those habits, so he should go hunting with me.
The lady at the counter said if he cant look over the counter , he cant get a Moose permit ,so I bought him a beer.
A Rootbeer
Hes got shooting down, though by his second birthday he might end up with a sharp knife and a lighter....in November...
The rifle is a 'Crickett Precision', in .22S L and LR...... comes complete with possibly the worlds worst trigger ( I smooth'd that up with a nailfile), Match grade air gauged generic maker bull barrel, muzzle brake, funydinkerwacker Bipod, mildot AIM 3 power scope, and Arctic Warfare ripp'doff and miniaturized adjustable stock.
It hits the 8 inch steel ringer across the river, every time. Sometimes the kid hits it too
Since he cant get the Moose tag, I guess Ill have to do the shooting and let him drive, so he got a crash course on open Ocean boating with some river navigation and boat driving.......
The kid also throws rocks with eye popping (OUCH!!) precision, and splits wood like he's had a full former life as a lumber jack. Chops kindling AND Unsticks that hatchet like a pro! No blood sofar...
I cant wait untill he speaks in sentences ; when hes up and tumbles staggeringly over the Tundra to our tent while Im making morning coffee, its a soft ''Gook!" and where ever he's pointing, there is, indeed, something..........Seagulls, Geese, Ravens, Muskox, Dying Salmon in the river, and , of course, butterflys.......
Im teaching him how to say ''Caribou'', 'Moose ', ' Bear ', and "What the hell is that, Tata??!!??''
Since hes very grown up for his age, we let him smoke
fish with the ladys. Whitefish and Salmon , and he's here with his mom.
Its been awhile since my 7 kids were that small in the tents........Grand kids......
He loves hunting, guns, boats and placing food every where it can be fit, thrown or squeezed.
I figured to support those habits, so he should go hunting with me.
The lady at the counter said if he cant look over the counter , he cant get a Moose permit ,so I bought him a beer.
A Rootbeer
Hes got shooting down, though by his second birthday he might end up with a sharp knife and a lighter....in November...
The rifle is a 'Crickett Precision', in .22S L and LR...... comes complete with possibly the worlds worst trigger ( I smooth'd that up with a nailfile), Match grade air gauged generic maker bull barrel, muzzle brake, funydinkerwacker Bipod, mildot AIM 3 power scope, and Arctic Warfare ripp'doff and miniaturized adjustable stock.
It hits the 8 inch steel ringer across the river, every time. Sometimes the kid hits it too
Since he cant get the Moose tag, I guess Ill have to do the shooting and let him drive, so he got a crash course on open Ocean boating with some river navigation and boat driving.......
The kid also throws rocks with eye popping (OUCH!!) precision, and splits wood like he's had a full former life as a lumber jack. Chops kindling AND Unsticks that hatchet like a pro! No blood sofar...
I cant wait untill he speaks in sentences ; when hes up and tumbles staggeringly over the Tundra to our tent while Im making morning coffee, its a soft ''Gook!" and where ever he's pointing, there is, indeed, something..........Seagulls, Geese, Ravens, Muskox, Dying Salmon in the river, and , of course, butterflys.......
Im teaching him how to say ''Caribou'', 'Moose ', ' Bear ', and "What the hell is that, Tata??!!??''
Since hes very grown up for his age, we let him smoke
fish with the ladys. Whitefish and Salmon , and he's here with his mom.
Its been awhile since my 7 kids were that small in the tents........Grand kids......