Friday night the boys, Daddy, and Poppop spent a feezing night at the hunting camp so they could rise early and head into the woods for Youth Hunting Day on Saturday. Newt happened to be the lucky one, and rightly so being the oldest and with his birthday on Sunday. He bagged his first deer.
It was not a particularly large deer. He said it looked bigger when he was in the stand. It was a buck and he took a good shot so they didn't have to track it. Yesterday, for his birthday, he got to butcher it and they got a good bit of meat from it.
Speaking of birthdays, my Newt is now officially a teenager. It seems like only yesterday I held that little preemie in my arms, worried that he wouldn't nurse. Now he is growing into a young man. I am very proud of the young man he is becoming. Happy Birthday Newt!!
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