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                    One of my  grandchildren has picked up some of my hunting enthusiasm. I am either hunting  somewhere, scouting or thinking of hunting 365 days a year. Some people have  even had the nerve to suggest that I might be obsessed with hunting. People  golf, curl, play hockey, fish or participate in some sort of sporting activity,  I hunt because I am a hunter.  
                         
                        Jake started going hunting with me when he  was two years old. Once on a cold November day I shot a deer and showed Jake  how to field dress it. When we got home he told his grandma that grandpa had  made the deer hot. We finally figured out he was talking about the steam coming  off the deer as I field dressed it.  
                         
                        Ten years later, in 2008 and after a ton of  hours in the field with grandpa either setting up decoys and building blinds  for ducks and geese, or sneaking in on some big game animal, Jake has taken up  the torch. 
                         
                        
                          
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                            | Grandpa, Jesse and Jake pose with Jake's first deer. | 
                           
                         
                        He attended the hunters training  course, ran a ton of shells through his new 12 gauge shotgun and fired numerous  rounds through a little Remington Mohawk 243. His first year in 2008 actually  shooting at the ducks and geese cost him a lot of shells for a few birds. He  just kept saying that the more he practiced the sooner he would start hitting  the birds like grandpa. Jake does know how to make an old fella feel pretty  good.  
                         
                        
                          
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                            | Jake Andrews first buck taken in 2008. | 
                           
                         
                        His deer hunting in 2008 went well as he took  a nice mule deer doe for his first deer. His younger brother Jesse (who would  rather play baseball than hunt, which is just fine with grandpa) was with us on  this hunt. It was pretty cool to hear Jesse say, “Great shot Jake! Can you get  me the heart and liver?” It was even better to hear Jake say, “Sure, grandpa  showed me how.” 
                         
                        Yup, Jake knows how to make an old  fella feel good.  
                         
                        Jake’s next deer in 2008 was a nice whitetail  buck. I don’t know who was smiling more, Jake or grandpa.  
                         
                        Fast forward to September 1, 2009. I looked  over in the blind and saw this young thirteen year old with a grin so big I  could hardly see his head. We had just had three nice flocks of geese decoy  into our spread and I looked out and saw four big Canada’s lying in the  stubble. I had not taken a shot at any of these geese but the grin on Jake’s  face and the smoke rolling out of his barrel said it all. The practicing had  paid off big time as he had just taken some real nice birds. His next words to  me were, “Get ready grandpa, there’s another flock coming in.”  
                         
                        
                          
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                            | Jake Andrews the goose hunter 2009. | 
                           
                         
                        So the rest of September and October 2009  went something like this: scout for birds; set up decoys; build blinds; and  watch Jake grin and the smoke keep rolling out of the end of his new shotgun.  
                         
                        Every Friday night after school I would hear  these words: “Grandpa, can we go hunting tomorrow?”  
                         
                        Jake’s 2009 big game season went well as he  started off with another nice mule deer doe. He threw a little curve ball at  grandpa as he told me not just any whitetail buck was going to do this year. He  passed on some nice deer and we spent a lot of hours checking out many  different honey holes that we have hunted over the years.  
                         
                        We finally found a real good whitetail buck  in one of these spots and Jake looked at me and nodded his head. The buck was  feeding on the edge of a field along with four does. There was a small rise  between us and the buck so it was down on our bellies and the crawl was on. 
                         
                        
                          
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                            | Jake's 2009 whitetail buck. | 
                           
                         
                        About halfway to the top of this rise I looked  over at Jake thinking he might complain about all the thistles we had just  crawled through, but all he did was grin back at me. We reached the top of the  rise and I could see the buck clearly out about 200 yards. Jake couldn’t see  him as he wasn’t able to look over the rise without moving farther ahead than  me. Jake made his move ahead and I could see him get his little 243 ready and  the buck was quartering away perfect. At the report of his rifle the buck jumped  in the air and tried to run but only went some 30 yards and disappeared from  site. 
                         
                        We waited a few minutes to see if he  would reappear but he did not, so we went over towards where he had  disappeared. There he was lying in the field. I looked at Jake and there was  that huge grin again. Jake looked at me and said, “Thanks grandpa for taking me  hunting.” 
                         
I thought to  myself as I looked at this young hunter, ‘Thank you Jake for the magic  words’.    
 
“Grandpa, can we go hunting tomorrow?”   ■ 
                       
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