|The spoils of the CB4|
|Kids, fish and boats|
|Not sure if I could imagine a better morning|
|My captain, my captain|
|The family that plinks together, stays together|
Its fall weekends like this that I live for. Frost at night, sunny and clear during the day. Its like the world has more clarity.
I can see from generation to generation. The photos of my great grandfather hang on the wall, smiles, kids and of course there are a ton of hunting and fishing shots.
Fall is also the time for politics and while I hand my 6 six year old son his first Red Ryder I am forced to think about how ridiculous the idea of guns and rights have become. What was once a family past time is now riddle with ultra conservative jargon and rhetoric.
I had to wade through a sea of AR15 Air rifles just to find a good old Daisey BB gun. What a sad joke.
The BB gun is in my opinion as American as baseball and apple pie. Its that first link to your future, to your father and to countless adventures in the big woods. Its independence, its freedom and its safe (despite the Christmas Story and "You'll Shoot Your Eye out, which you will). To see it bastardized and turned into an assault rifle makes me realize why there is such political polarization in our country, we have been forces to extremes on both side of the fence.
I handed over the Red Ryder on Friday evening and I will never know peace again until Tae is of the age that he can shoot it completely by himself, which he can't do now and will have to earn his right to. Its certainly a test, a test of respect, a test of listening a test of judgment and in the realm of a six year old its administered in small doses and with lots of supervision.
This was the year to learn that all that we have needs to NOT be taken for granted. Life is fragile, its turns on the whim of the wind and all that seems stable, is really just about to fall apart, so get after it.