The other day I was talking to my wife about how much I respect a lot of the hunters on this board, for the time, skill, and effort put forth in hunting. I was telling her how I wish I had the time to scout and pattern and hunt a particular buck. I really admire you fellas that are able to do that, it's just awesome. I knew that she didn't give a rats rear-end about what I was saying but I didn't have a buddy nearby at the time. Anyway the conversation turned to my son who will be 5 in a couple of weeks. I told her that I'm already totally excited about being with him when he gets his first deer. I was with my wife and a best friend when they took their first deer and the feeling was great. I know with my son, it will be overwhelming!

The very next day, my son told his mom that Dad (me) was the best hunter in the world! Even though I know this isn't the case, he made me feel like I was for a few minutes. That little boy is my life and it kills me when I have to spank him.

I just wanted to share my little story.