WE TALK A lot about it, but when you see a kid really light up to the hunting life, it’s life-altering for everyone involved. Underestimate them at your own peril. Especially girls.
I was excited last fall to take my 6-year-old, Pippa, on a leisurely midday dove hunt. Me and the boys shot our mourning doves early, but the afternoons were for limit-less Eurasian collared doves and pigeons over cattle yards. Pippa could sleep in, join us after lunch for fast action; perfect for a child’s attention span. The birds would be big, dumb, and flying everywhere. In my head, I visualized her feeling overwhelmed, me kneeling in front of her, holding a bird, showing her the wings, have her touch the feathers, pluck a few for her hat, until…
