Tiny Girl Army

I’ve read that women are learning to hunt in record numbers and account for most of the growth in hunting interest nationwide.  Great programs like Becoming an Outdoors Woman probably exist more in response to this trend than are responsible for it; but whatever case, it is a welcome development.

Here in the Sportman’s Paradise (!) we are doing our part to balance the gender distribution among bloodthirsty, mud-splattered, briar scratched children.  I call them the Tiny Girl Army, and they are awesome to behold.

Comprised of my own twin girls, B and Maggie, our friends the Williamson’s towheaded twins, Kate and Emily, and new recruit Ali (second from left), the daughter of my falconry apprentice Jeff.

TGA FORCES LAUNCH MAJOR ROSEDALE OFFENSIVE

There’s a perfect field for little legs to navigate in the town of Rosedale, about 20 minutes west of Baton Rouge.  The land is flat, the grass is not too thick and there are few briars.  The place holds rails and woodcock and a few rabbits along the edges. Best of all, we have landowner permission and a place to park the minivan.



“Going down to Rosedale, got my riders by my side…”

          
When the army marches, the fun begins.  Holding Ernie on the T-perch before them like a regimental standard, there is little that escapes their attention or their efforts at the re-flush.  Ernie is in Hawk Heaven with a trained staff of beaters keeping him in birds and cotton rats.