I'm home on R&R leave from Afghanistan, and I went on a hunting trip with a friend from my unit. We both took our sons along, my 9 year-old and his 12 year-old. We went to Cache Creek area, and had tags for everything in season. We didn't see any big game whatsoever. There were tracks and scat from bear and moose, but no animals to be found after three days of diligent glassing. So we decided to act on a tip from a fellow hunter and jumped on the fourwheelers for a ride to the high country in search of Ptarmigan.
My son had yet to shoot any game until a couple of days ago. Needless to say, I was extremely proud of him when he fired two shots from his Mossberg Model 505 youth .410, accounting for two ptarmigan at 30+ yards, both times. Between the four of us, we bagged eleven birds and had a Ptarmigan feast at camp that night. Here are a couple of photos. I'm a proud dad!