Hunting 101

As I've said before, my only hunting experience was the great gopher hunt after I finally figured out which eye to close to properly aim.  So, I received an important hunting lesson from Payton when he pulled his bow and arrow out.  I said to him, "Ok, now I want you to point that right at me."  And, then he said to me, "Ummmm...I don't think so" while he started this nervous shifty thing and I couldn't figure out what his deal was as he had been Mr. Cooperative the whole evening until finally he said, "I don't really feel comfortable pointing a real arrow at you and holding the bow back." 

Well, apparently, I missed the memo that you should never stand two feet directly in front of of a hunter and ask them to point his bow and arrow right at your face.  Guess it's dangerous or something.  I just wanted the shot.  All I know is the thought didn't even cross my mind that if he would happen to slip, it would end up with dead photographer.  At least he realized it!  Payton, his mom, and I shared quite the laugh.  

Payton is a big hunter and he did whatever I asked him to {except point the arrow at my face} and it was a beautiful evening!  

Payton was not such a fan of the idea of showing off his paper appearance for football.  He's humble.  His mom and I made him anyway.  He'll thank us later.

Then, we went to Payton's tree stand and the bugs ate us alive and I could have died from an arrow.  Really no big deal.  Again, good thing Payton's head is not just a hat rack. 

I still convinced him to do this.  Just without an arrow. 

At this point, we were all still cracking up at the thought of the headline, "Photographer Shot While Shooting!" 

And, his dad saved us by bringing some bug spray and then he proceeded to take pictures of me taking pictures.  Hmmm...I wonder how ridiculous those look because at one point I was standing on a gravel road striking my own pose telling Payton, "I really need you to work it right now."  Like a teenage boy really wants to work it. 

Ginger, once again, I had fun working with you to get those moments of your boy.  Mike, don't be blackmailing me with those pictures of me...I know where you live.  Payton, thank you for not shooting me.  I appreciate it.  Also, thank you for working it and thank you for just accepting the fact I'm not "cool" anymore.