Here at SLAM outdoors we often talk about those memories we have as youngsters growing up in the rural west. If it wasn't for our fathers we would not have learned to enjoy the Streams, Lakes, and Mountains as we do today. After filling our bellies we loaded up the pick-up with a few firearms and took off to the Arizona strip. The SLAM wife of the year surprised me with a Browning Buckmark pistol for Christmas. I was eager to put a few more rounds through it. Noah brought his Red Ryder BB gun that he won at last years coyote youth hunt. He is a pretty darn good shot with that thing.
Noah wanted to take one of the babies toys that didn't work anymore and shoot it up.
After teaching some gun safety tips we went back home and hopped on the four wheeler for a ride over to the nearby pond. There have been a couple of nice bucks the last few years in the field. We make frequent rides through the trees in hopes of getting a close up glimpse. The only thing we jumped this time was a pheasant.
I decided to give the boys a taste of my childhood by taking them down to the farm to putt around on the ol' John Deere tractor with Grandpa. The highlight for them was messin' around with the pigs.
I hope that the adventures we went on will make a positive impression on these young boys. As you can see from the pictures, Nixon could very well have a negative impression of the days events. It was not hard to get out and enjoy these activities. It took a little time management, a little commitment and some patience. In the end it was all worth it.