Walker and I attended our local club's 3D shoot this morning with a few friends. Everyone shot well and, as always, had a great time.
After the shoot, we were hanging around the truck shootin' the bull when one of the guys who coordinates the shoot approached carrying a target. He walked directly to Walker, handed him the target, and told him it was for such a good job on the course.
A huge smile was followed with an enthusiastic "thanks".
On the ride home, out of nowhere, Walker said, "His name is Squirrelly. He's a huntin' skunk."
I nearly had to stop the truck I laughed so hard. As they say, "Out of the mouths of babes."