I think I've created a monster.
I'm trying very hard to line this chuck up at about 200 yards that is playing peek-a-boo in the beans, giving me mere seconds between pop-ups in a high wind and my lovely little girl, (reddish blonde, qutie with braids) is jumping around in the back seat of the truck (my 5500 pound shooting bench) yelling,

"Did you shoot him yet?!, Kill him Daddy, Shoot him" .

You woulnd't think a 30 pound little girl could rock a truck around that bad. I finally had to tell her, " Will you SIT down and put your fingers in your ears, I'm trying!"

After the shot, good clean hit BTW, she proceeds to tell Grandpa (F-I-L, and wood chuck wacker from way back) about why Daddy has to shoot the woodchucks cuz they digg holes and break tractors and hurt cows, and they are dead never to dig holes agian and they are gone for ever and how we have to throw them in the woods and all this stuff about death and dieing that I didn't think a three year old would have figgered out yet.

I may have to do some re-programming before kindergarden.
"Mr. Zimmerman?"
"yes."
"This is your daughter's teacher..."
OH yeah there's a conversation I'm not looking foward to.

A few seasons ago I was outside with my daughter and spotted a woodchuck behind the barn. We ran to get between the 'chuck and the ditchbank where it's den was. I then sent my daughter to fetch a 2X4 since I had no gun with me.
That afternoon she learned the fine art of beating the hell out of a woodchuck with a 2X4! She would not hit the 'chuck until she knew it was dead. Now she is my favorite shooting partner, well I shoot and she spots for me and cheers

Get em started early and you will have a "hunting buddy"!!
Sarah(Miss GHD) witnessed her first groundhog explosion at 3 years old due an airmail invitation from a 25-06! When we got home she jumped out of the truck, ran in the front door and exclaimed to her mama, "MAMA!! Daddy shot a big groundhog! And I saw his guts!!" She's been going ever since and she's 17 now. Quite a good spotter and her kill percentage using her 17HMR or the .204 is running over 90%!! She loves it! Her first groundhog is mounted and on display in her room!! GHD

Bringing her up right...

My two daughters, 10 and 12, are great hunting buddies though they really don't like varming shooting ("They're so cute"). They like waterfowl hunting and cheer for the dog, deer hunting and antelope hunting. They LOVE it when the game drops.

Beats leaving them home in front of the TV for sure. I love my hunting pals!

Good for you. The only re-programming we do is teaching them how and how-not to talk about hunting.

I was begining to think I was alone in bring my daughter up hunting. Glad to see there are others.

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I am one gun away from being happy

Hairtrigger--shouldn't that read "I am always one gun away from being happy"?

My daughter is 7 and we are working on it still.

She lives with the x, but has photos of me with dead baboons, pronghorn, and zebras all over her room.

She thinks it's totally normal, and understands where meat comes from.

I am hoping I can convert her, but me being in Italy and her being in California makes it tough.

She sat in my dad's lap and watched hunting tv for 5 hours one day. If they dropped she would talk about how it was a good shot.

My x-wifes son is 13, and he is a vegan in the making. His sister will get her big-5 before she turns 25 if it's up to me!

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Originally posted by dustoffer:

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I am one gun away from being happy

Hairtrigger--shouldn't that read "I am always one gun away from being happy"?

I will have to get out a cold one and consider that!

D99,
I wish you the best of luck with your family. I know that being seperated from my babies would be very difficult for me.
Sounds like your daughter is starting right. The other night my daughter and I drove by a pature full of Black Angus and she wanted me to stop and get one cuz she was hungry. She knows where beef comes from. I had to explain to her that it wouldn't fit in the mini van. The kid's a hoot.
I don't think she's put together venison = deer yet, but it will come. I took her on a stalk of a doe out in a bean feild, we closed the distance from 300+ to about 40 yards. I parted the hight grass for her to see and she jumps up yelling, "I see it!"
Poor deer, about had a heart attack.