Tales from a Hunting Journal
My nephew, my brother's son, does not visit much. He is chained to the suburbs by parents unwilling to make the trip to visit Grandma and Grandpa. My brother likes to forget about the outdoors and our family traditions. His son only hears whispers of the stories of a young man afield. But every once in awhile, on a rare occasion, I kidnap my nephew and allow him to explore a whole new world, free of mini-vans and soccer practice. He gets to play freely amongst the trees.
And so shortly after Christmas, my brother and his family visit a weekend or two after the holiday to celebrate. I told my nephew I would drive him back to "civilization" so he could spend an extra night at Grandma's house. Part of the deal, however, was that the night had to be spent coyote hunting. This deal did not go over well with my daughters as they had not yet gone coyote hunting and desperately wanted to. Grandpa jumped at the chance to hunt with his grandson and a sleepover quickly turned into an event.