|Firing the muzzleloader|
Finally, when the muzzleloader (owned by April's father) was being fired, my son came to me and said "Mom, you have to shoot this, you know..." I don't think he finished the sentence, but I knew what he meant. He knew I took great pride and interest in my 18th century longhunter ancestors. (Read more here: Treasure Chest Thursday: Sons of a Trackless Forest)
And it was dang cool!