How Do You Spell That?

My son Tyler and I aren't too much alike. I am the more introverted, "going to spend the cold winter afternoon reading a book and keeping warm by the fire" than the "run outside in your longjohns and squeal like you have snow in your pants". That being said, I am so glad he found my brother-in-law Randy.

My Brother-In-Law is the hunter of the family. He traps, shoots, fishes, anything you can imagine doing to a animal in the wild (not including sheep) he has probably done. Get up in a tree stand at 04:00 and wait for six hours for a deer? Probably did that last week. Shoot at fish with a bow and arrow? Yup. Go raccoon hunting? Every night he can.

Which is where this story comes into play. Last night Randy took Tyler out on his raccoon hunting escapade and this kids came back with the biggest smile I have ever seen. I mean, this is a kid I took to DisneyWorld a few months ago and he was even happier spending an evening running around like a maniac in twenty degree weather chasing a bunch of dogs to cathch a rodent in a tree. When he came back in the truck, he went into a long story about running through the woods, climbing over fences, getting stuck in briars, and other things you would run into at 9:00 at night deep in the forest.

But these adventures will not include yours truly. Personally I do like the whole idea of running around when it's that cold out. It just doesn't appeal to me. That being said, I am glad my son loves it so much.