The best part of hunting with my son and two year, 3 month old grandson opening weekend was hearing my grandson repeat my command for incomings to the young guy on my left. I would yell "TO YOUR RIGHT CLARK" and my grandson would yell "TO YOUR RIGHT CLARK." He's going to be a good one, and SCOUT as he calls me, is going to watch his every hunting move. This is going to be a blast. He did not shy away from picking up doves and when I asked him to take one down to Clark he did so with a smile. The shooting did not bother him. On the second day A.M. he was standing in his baby bed and hollering at 7 A.M. (Hunt not until 2:30 P.M.) "I want to put on my camoflage."
