





This past weekend was the annual deer hunt. It's a tradition in the Clark family that goes back forever. Each year all the Clark menfolk (dads, sons, uncles, cousins) hike up to the same place and have one big glorified camping trip.
Last year Sambo got to go, even though he was only 6 (under the old rules you had to be 8). He had such a great time that he talked about it for weeks. So much, that Will has been asking us when he can go hunting ever since. He even asked for a pocket knife last Christmas, a sling shot, a bow and arrow, a BB gun. A thought that can be disturbing to a mother but after some reassurance from older and wiser moms that this is totally normal 5 year old requests, I realized just how bad he wanted to go.
Things turned out in his favor...the weather forecast called for warm temps and his awesome dad was more than happy to take him for his first hunt. They returned home yesterday and as Will put it on the drive home, "Dad, that was A, A, A, plus!" He wanted to stay another night or two in the mountains.
Dad and Grandpa Jim gave Sambo and Wilbur big props saying that they were real "champs." Sam was in his glory and is very proud of his boys and how far they hiked without one complaint.
They didn't get a deer tag so they didn't bring home a deer (which is perfectly fine with me) but the boys got to pretend with someone else's deer.
They also got to practice target shooting with a BB gun. Here are all the little hunters in training, lined-up to practice hitting the target.
Sambo went from this...
To this...
Of course, as much as I missed the guys, me and my girls enjoyed girl time together with Grandma, Aunt Heidi, and cousins. It all works out perfect.