I returned home today to a blizzard-in-progress and 4 foot high snowdrifts in my front yard. What a departure from the warm spring days my 5-yr-old son Connor and I recently enjoyed in Ft. Stockton, TX, where we have been chasing javelina with a longbow.
We hunted with fellow TradGanger "Centaur" aka Pat. It was a pleasure to share hunting stories with Pat, and I particularly enjoyed our afternoon stumping excursion for prickly pear cactus, cholla cactus skeletons, etc.
What I will cherish most from this hunt however, was that my son Connor got to share the experience with me.
Here are just a few moments that I'd like to share with you:
Looking south from the ranch house we stayed in.
One of many quail that kept us company while we sat in ambush of our quarry.
Yeah, it doesn't take long to learn to avoid this.
A rose in a bed of thorns.
My son Connor... bundled up as per Mom's orders.
My Snuffer finds its spot.
"We did it, Daddy..."
Last West Texas sunset before heading home.
Josh