My hubby and I sat back on our tree stand last night and whispered about the past week, about the beauty that we were taking in, that a camera could never do justice....We were going to go "hunt" again, but Trapper came in and had put on his camouflage clothes to go with his dad. And, did his Pa hesitate? I say, Nay. "Get your socks and boots on then." Was his response. Then flying down the stairs when he hears the news was Rider Rufus Monroe Allen. "Can I go huntin' wiff you dad, can I can I can I?" "Do you mind grabbing his clothes, Lor?" Was his dads response to that.
Lance talks, teaches, loves, and hunts, in that order. Just like his dad before him and so on and so forth.
Lance and I both love hunting. So, it's been passed down to our kids. But, isn't it great how it's not just about shooting a bow, or rifle?
I am so grateful that at the spry age of 19 I was wise enough to see an amazing husband and father inside the hunk of a 21 year old man's exterior:)
2 comments:
Although I don't hunt anymore, it's sweet to see your family bonding together. And I can imagine how beautiful it is to hunt there! Miss you!
i always loved hunting with lance the elk hunt was ours he never missed it till he decided that being a doctor was much more important but on a serious note i still remember the year i had casts on my feet and he did evey thing to get me one and i ended uo shooting a spike i love you guys and cant wait to see you again
Lane Allen
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