My 3-year-old son, whom I had hoped would be my best hunting buddy, was diagnosed with autism over a year ago. I still have some hope that he will be able to share the excitement of elk hunting with me, but realize that my own idea of what our realationship will be like will be dictated more by him than by me. He may never understand what I am doing in the yard flinging long colored sticks at a target...I've accepted that.
However, last night, while I was laying the orange paint to some new arrows and cresting, he stood right there by my side, looking up at the spinning shaft as I applied line after line of paint. He was really into it! He just stood there, one hand on me for reassurance and the other holding a great big vanilla ice-cream cone, dripping all over and smiling as the orange paint was graced with thin black and white lines. I was very moved by this, and realize that there are other ways that I can get my son interested in archery. Life is good. Going for a nice fat cow on Labor Day Weekend in NW Colorado with the newly painted CX Heritage 250's.