On an Adventure

 

His First Hunt

He had been helping train the hunting dog for weeks now,

His Uncle Thomas had taken time to show him how,

They had spoken of a day when he would be going on a hunt,

He was knowledgeable of the process and put up a brave front,

With his camouflage gear from head to toe,

He was more than eager and ready to go,

The little boy was almost 4 and called me to announce,

“Guess what, Gigi?” he said with a bounce,

“I’m going on a hunt for my first time today!”,

He was very articulate, in a very cute way,

Facetime is wonderful for sharing great news,

Dove season had just opened, and he couldn’t refuse,

The excitement on his face was like a ray of sunshine,

With a beaming smile, his infectious delight became mine,

My grandson was an outdoors man, a bird-caller, on a quest for new adventure,

He was young, but with an old soul, wise beyond his years, for sure,

His first “hunting” experience was without guns and dogs,

He scouted the fields for dove sightings and walked through muddy bogs,

And trudged through the corn fields towering over his head,

He recognized the call of the dove, and found feathers instead,

He walked for a mile in his rubber camo boots,

Over rocks, logs and giant tree roots,

What a trooper is he, the young boy with his Dad,

It was wonderful to know what a great time he had!

Tammy Harvey

Written:  9/12/2020