Mother’s Day is only a week away as I am writing this. My mother’s goal in life was to be a mom while myself-that wasn’t so much a plan I had-it wasn’t even something I had thought of. However, as always, life had different plans. Many years ago my very first Mother’s Day gift arrived at 8am and was 6lbs 13oz, this year again we celebrate his birthday on Mother’s Day. A few years later his sister arrived, I knew in my heart I knew I was having a girl but I had no idea what I was going to do with that girl. A younger brother followed soon after to join in the craziness. All my kids hunt in one fashion or another but it’s definitely my daughter that hunts the most. Not a day goes by that I don’t notice or am told that she is just like me, I think there is a cruel joke about how you can’t get the “you” out of your kids- she is the poster child for that evil saying. I took her hunting in a car seat when she was first born and now I take her hunting as often as I can. She just walked out of the house a few moments ago to go on a turkey hunting trip in Southern Ontario. She loves to hunt, fish, butcher and specializes in bossing around boys. She stands to inherit an armoury when she gets older and if anyone can run that business as well as I do-it will be her. As a mother I worry about all of my kids, but the boys are a little easier and the more I think about things the more I worry-since essentially I am raising ME. I hope she has many hunting trips in store for her and I am going to remain positive that none of the will be as crazy as some of the ones I have been on. I know there is someone out there just waiting to meet this young lady but whomever you are may you love to hunt (and don’t even dream of not taking her), have the patience of a saint, lots of ear plugs and it will probably be a lot easier for you if have very, very deep pockets. Hopefully it will be part of life’s plan that she will celebrate many Mother’s Days with a daughter of her own- just please not anytime soon!