Nathan's Dad is part of a duck hunting club that hosts a kids' weekend each year. Although our boys were by no means old enough to actually hunt, they were old enough to go stay and be a part of things, which for them, directly translated into a great excuse to wear the head-to-toe camo gear they received at Christmas. (And thank goodness for a true excuse to wear it! I'm fairly certain Drew's preschool class has seen at least one item of camo worn daily since December....and on many days full camo gear).
The boys only spent one night, but came back so, so excited about their trip. They were also filthy dirty and exhausted, good signs these boys had fun! It was weird for me to only have Tanner home for a night.....such a quiet, mellow evening that made me, believe it or not, miss the continual madness that is our house.
Terrible picture, but I loved Coll's face in this! All decked out and ready to go....three hours prior to leaving.
Since the hunting wouldn't be happening until the morning, once they actually left town and headed out to the club, they spent the evening hanging out at the lodge with everyone...
Snuggles for Grandpa!
...And checking out all of Grandpa's cool stuff!
The next morning, the boys got up at the bright and early hour of five a.m., to join everyone that would be hunting, for breakfast before they left. The little boys then hung out at the lodge with daddy until later that morning when they were free to go check out the duck blinds without hunters actually shooting.
Grandpa's hunting dog, Teka, was also along for the trip.
...although maybe she's Grandma's.....hmmmm.
Anyway, a few dead ducks were out with hunters that had recently shot them and the boys were apparently all about holding and touching them (um, EW.).
Riding on the back of grandpa's quad
All prepared with duck calls and whistles.
Practicing duck calls.
The boys headed home in the late afternoon and Nathan said they had conked out about two minutes into the drive.
Proof that a good time was had by all!