So, I just won a wild boar hunt adventure to take with my son. It was at a church chilli cook-off. I had to think, only in the South could you go to a house of worship and be awarded with such a hunt.
The Boy is excited, as am I. Not once did he flinch and think it was unusual to shoot wild pigs with his mama. I suspect we'll be hitting the shooting range to get used to the right rifles.
Sometimes life is about aim and straight shooting in all realms. I suspect building memories is much better than a wrapped gift. However, I would have no idea how to wrap a slain boar as a birthday present anyway.
I'll let you know how it turns out.
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