Starting Over: Lessons Learned Taking My Son Hunting

Starting Over: Lessons Learned Taking My Son Hunting

I could not wait to start taking my son hunting, and yet, we didn’t even have kids yet! t fondly remember being newly married and noticing that it didn’t take long for the conversations of having children to surface. I could not help but notice that my heart’s desire was longing for God to allow me to have at least one son in the mix of children whom I could raise within the legacy of my family history so closely tied to hunting. God was especially generous, because I have not one, but two, young boys who are now roosted on our family tree and already bearing camo-clad fruit on the branches of our heritage as hunters. Taking my son hunting was something that I could not wait to experience. Taking a boy hunting is a recalibration of the brain like nothing you will ever experience as a hunter. I did not realize I would have to un-learn some hunter-habits that were submerged deep inside of me. Rain, punishing wind, hours of nothing but silence, or tree stand sits until 2pm were typical for me. The problem is this: those adult hunter-habits are recipes for brutal failure if you want to teach your son or daughter the riches found with the lifestyle of hunting. Taking my son hunting taught me a lot. Here are but a few mind warps I had to fight through in order to introduce Cole to hunting in a way that would make him actually want to go back into the woods again: Make Your Mission About Him And Not You. Sounds simple, right up...