Most of my life, it was our grandfather that taught us about the basics of hunting but in the earlier years on Thanksgiving morning, our Dad would go out with Jeff and I to kick brush piles and walk the fence rows for the annual bunny hunt. Its a tradition like many of you have on this day. I have only missed it a few years in my life due to warm weather or rain. In more recent years my oldest daughter would go carrying my boyhood 20 gage. When she was little but old enough to keep up she though it was great fun to tag along and be the "dog" jumping on brush piles and so on.
This morning honor of Dad and Gramp I kept that tradition, carrying Gramps ol Winchester 20 gage. It was a lonely walk alone this year but I'm still glad I made the trip out. I saw deer and tree rats but no bunnies so I wiped the old gun down, put the shells back in the old weathered box and woke my youngest daughter up for breakfast.