Once upon a time, there was a hunter. He had not one...
Not two...
But three hunting assitants. (Actually, he had a fourth assistant strapped to the back of the hunter's lovely photographer, doing her best impression of an elk call)
Though his assitants, with their semi-quiet whispers and far from quiet rubber boots may not have assisted anything but the hunter's prey, they made a delightful group.
Uh oh! We've lost an assitant to the allure of a mudpuddle!
She has been caught and reprimended. Can't you tell?
2 comments:
I'm not sure Miss Hannah would be all together thrilled with a dead animal -- I hear she wasn't overly impressed with Tim's elk this year ;-) That said, what a wonderful experience for the family -- to be together in the beauty of God's creation! Tim both loves and dreads the kids hunting with him -- he loves sharing the time, the experience, and the hobby with his children, but at the same time, he's pretty sure his chances of actually GETTING something, is slim to none when he's got some noisy little feet crashing along behind him. All in all though, I know he wouldn't trade that time for the world, just as I know Craig wouldn't either :)
Cute!
Love the fact that you pointed out that they were likely only assisting the prey!
:)
~Stacy
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