This year really took me back to my first try. My nephew was out with my older brother on his very first hunt. My brother had shot a doe, so my friend and I went to help him out (he need a bit of direction, but did an exceptional job). My nephew did his part, holding the hind legs for his dad. Although he looked a bit 'uncomfortable', he did ok. After the job was done. I pulled out a sandwich, and proceded to eat it while squating over the gut pile, admiring the nice heart shot. He got pretty queasy then
, hey, it's my right as an uncle!
The Trashcanman