My son turns three today and has been wanting to see "his" dogs get some ducks. My buddy came along to help us out and one wood duck and two mergansers later and I think he had a blast. Not a stellar hunt by any means duck wise, but the first of hopefully many more over the future decades.
I figure he must like it to be happy in 40 degrees and raining. Also, I thought I had it all planned out until I heard those words that strike terror in any parent of a three year old. "Daddy, I got to doodoo". So he also got to experience taking a dump off the side of the boat like a champ. Haha, I am definitely proud.
The obligatory tailgate shot
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