It's archery deer season here in Eugene, Oregon, and for the past couple weekends, my husband has been taking our boys hunting. My husband's hunting buddy has acreage on the outskirts of town, and each Saturday and Sunday morning, they head out to where he lives in order to scout the property together, bows in hand.
My kids aren't carrying bows, of course. They're 8 and 5, too young to be shooting at anything other than a stationary and non-living target. But they're out there with the men in the freezing post-dawn temperatures, doing their best to keep their excited voices down as they help push the timber.
Ultimately, everyone's hoping for the same thing: to take down a nice-sized buck. Yes, even the children ... and yes, they've seen Bambi.