IT WAS TIME to take my youngest child and only son on a hunt. He had ventured into the bush many times with me since he had turned four but they were just to check cameras or the paddock conditions after weather. Having just turned five, he had an improved ability to follow instructions, had spent time around firearms and could talk and walk as quietly as possible. He was well versed on safety and the noise a .17 HMR can generate. In my opinion, he was ready.
“I reminded myself to slow down and make this as much fun as possible for him”
were about to hunt at sunrise in summer in south-east Queensland, so I reminded him of the presence of snakes and what to do and not to do if one is
