Garrett and I are neither morning people. We couldn't hunt today. After our hunt Friday (getting skunked) he wanted to get out more this weekend. Today I asked if he wanted to hunt tomorrow evening. He said "NO Dad! We NEVER see deer there in the evenings. I want to hunt it in the morning." He walked up to me around 9pm tonight and gave me a hug telling me he was going to bed. I have struggled to get him in the woods much the last couple years. Seeing the fire growing in his belly has been awesome. Watching him pick up on details (like us rarely seeing deer in this stand in the evenings) brings a smile to my face. I still won't push him. Just makes me feel darn good seeing him with a drive to hunt. Proud Daddy moment! TOO Good!