The littlest hunter I know.....

It's that time of year again.

Hunting season.

This year my little, tiny, baby, only 5 years old Logan is going with to Camp Kirby up in Warroad.

Sigh....worry, worry....sigh, sigh...worry, worry.

I'm excited but a little nervous at the same time, imagine that huh?

Last weekend Logan and I had a date night and went to the arcade and out for a sit down dinner at a real restaurant.  We talked and Logan emptied out his head to me with all his thoughts and questions and theories. I was quite entertained and it was probably the best date night I've had in a long time.

(No offense Kirby)

At one point we were talking about Christmas and how far away it was and when it would snow, etc.

I asked Logan what he wanted for Christmas this year.

And without a full second passing, he said.......

"A shotgun."

That's when I realized, I was in trouble.

He's got it in his blood.....he's going to be a hunter.

Good luck Logie bear!  I love you and hope you shoot a big deer!