Now that I’m done with the Hume Lake story, I can tell you about my latest proud moment as the father of a budding hunter. Last Saturday I took the Boy to the firing range to shoot his .243 for the first time. Until now, he had refused to shoot it — too loud, too much recoil — but over the fall he really got into his 20 gauge and was firing without hesitation by November, so I thought it might be time to see if he would step up with the deer rifle.
Well, he did it.
We showed up at the range around 10 AM and set up the .22 for a few warm up shots. He’s actually pretty good with it. At 50 yards his groups were dead center. Then we set up the .243 at 100 yards. (Remington Model 710, youth stock, great little gun for a youngster) To my surprise, he leaned right into it on the bench and without hesitation squeezed off the first shot. He looked up at me a bit wide eyed and said, “Man, that’s loud!” Then he leaned into it again and finished his first group.
He was all over the place, with only three of ten shots within three inches, but I was really proud of him. I told him if he keeps up the practice I would take him pig hunting this spring. I think he’s ready, and he’s certainly trying to prove it.
I love being a dad!
UPDATE: Deer Camp Blog has a great little story about a dad and son hunting.