Patrick and I took his son, Brendon, to Springer for a pheasant hunt this weekend. Brendon was very safe with his gun, listened to instructions, and shot his first birds. I frequently asked him if his safety was on, whether or not he knew how many shells he had in his shotgun. We told him to make sure all of his birds were up and cleared of the dogs before he shot. He did well. It was hot and dry, so the birds were running. Rocket flushed most of them. Henry still just sort of comes along and trails behind me, which is new for me. He goes out and hunts a bit here and there, but is still too young to know what to make of it all.