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Hunting with a papoose

Thats awesome, i started packing my son along when he was two, its been an amazing adventure to watch him grow up in the woods. Now at 23 he is having to help me more than i do him

Cherish it. My son is 18 in college, and from very young I was toting him around the wild. As he come to a decision making age he liked killing less and less, but the wilderness more and more. These days he's an avid and capable hiker & primitive camper, but the only thing he likes shooting animals with is a camera.

He loves the hunt, loves the meat, doesn't shy away from the butchering. He just doesn't enjoy being the one taking the life. I'd blame his mother but she's an Eskimo, a stone cold killer 😂
 
Love it! I carried my son for the first time when he was 3 and I killed a deer that day. He is now 26 years old and is a more accomplished hunter than most twice his age, even me! Since then we have hunted together almost every single time we go. I have gotten to the point I hardly go unless he can go too.
 
Started carrying me youngest grandson to check cams when he was two. Wasn't long before he knew exactly where they were when we pulled up on ATV. He'd jump out and run to them and stand right in front with a big smile on his face to get pic taken 🥰

I'd have some of those pics framed hanging all over the house.
 

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That's awesome. I had my son in the woods and on the water at an early age but not sure that early. Lol. I've tried to teach him what I could even though sometimes he don't wanna listen to ol Dad. I'm still proud of his accomplishments on the water and in the woods this far.
 
My little gir whom I affectionatel call Beer Mug, used to go along with me on many a hunt. She would nearly always fall asleep on stand. Once she was sawing logs on my lap when a huge doe came to the edge of the meadow we were watching. Beer did not even rouse from her slumbers at the thunderous boom of the muzzleloader! I woke her up so the rifle could be reloaded. Shortly thereafter, with sleep still in her eyes, a young buck appeared. He too fell at the rifle's roar. Beer just sat there still in her sleepy daze.
 

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