Saturday was a great day. Sam and I had been looking forward to our squirrel hunt for a long time and we were finally able to go. His new camo sweatshirt had arrived in the mail only days before adding to the anticipation of our great hunt.
Always the realist (pessimist), I was convinced we would come home empty handed. I’d been seeing a lot of squirrels each time I’d been out deer hunting, but trying to convince a 5-year-old to keep quiet long enough for a squirrel to show its face seemed like a long shot. But my main goal was to have a good time, squirrel or not squirrel.