I Cannot Tell A Lie....

Or at least I didn't mean to! All these years I have been telling my boys that I don't hunt, I hate the thought of hunting and that I have never been hunting when it occurred to me this morning: That is a lie!

Don't ask me what made me think of it. Maybe it was chatting with my high school friends. Maybe it was updating my playlist of music from the high school days to upload to our class website. Or maybe it was just talking with the boys about growing up that made me remember.

Whatever it was, the lightbulb went on and I suddenly remembered that I spent quite a few nights in high school snipe hunting! You have to go snipe hunting a lot because they are temperamental creatures you know. Groups of people have to run ahead while a group stays behind with the sacks to catch the snipe. (Snipe hunting is very humane.) It is the first group's responsibility to make lots of noise, or in my case sing Kung Fu Fighting, to scare the snipes back to the "catchers". It is a huge responsibility and often given to the chosen few (a.k.a. newbies!)

Yes, I am going to have to correct that mistake with my boys. While I am at it. That might have to be a summer fun activity for us. We may have to take our boys camping and take them on their first snipe hunt.