My brother-in-law, Clint, shot a buck on our property a couple of weeks ago. Caedmon got to go along to track the deer and watch the gutting process. It was after dark, and I wasn't sure how he would do, but he came back all wide-eyed and super excited and said "mom, we shot the deer!"
This past Saturday we had four hunters on our property for the opening day of gun season. They saw a few, but no one took a shot. I had pumpkin pancakes waiting for them when they came in. Here's the recipe: