Hook and Bullet Club by Nick Wognum - Company

Open a sandwich bag in the woods and you’re bound to have company. We had two Canadian jays join us in second.
My buddy Jim Ronn named them Larry and Bob and they were more than happy to share our sandwiches.
Jim’s daughter Kaitlyn had joined us for a day of working on deer stands and wanted to see if the jays would pick a piece of bread out of her hand.
She put a cloth glove on to be assured we met all safety standards and plopped down on a log.
Larry and Bob decided this was better than hunting for the pieces of bread we had been throwing in their direction.
Kaitlyn held out her hand and in came the camp robbers. I’ve heard them called gray jays, Canada jays and whiskey jack but camp robber seems to be the most appropriate.
The first jay stopped just short of Kaitlyn’s hand and checked out the situation, hopping ever closer. Kaitlyn held her ground and looked out of the corner of her eye.
Sure enough, the camp robber snatched the piece of bread right out of her hand. Kaitlyn yelped and I captured the moment with the camera on my cell phone.
Apple’s iPhones have a “live” mode where a snippet of video is captured when a picture is taken. Seeing the bird grab the bread and hearing Kaitlyn yelp had the three of us in stitches in the woods.
Something so simple yet so much amusement. Those moments in the great outdoors when you’re moved a little closer toward nature are what it’s all about.
Jim and Kaitlyn live in the Twin Cities and spend a lot of free time in hockey rinks. Not a lot of chances to interact with nature there.
But seeing Kaitlyn in the woods, cutting brush, fixing a deer stand or feeding a Canadian jay gives me hope for the next generation.
I had spent the previous day with my daughter Megan and her college roommate Sydney. We were out collecting firewood, riding ATVs and walking trails out by our shack.
The DNR realizes there is disconnect between today’s youth and especially female hunters. But I didn’t see that with Kaitlyn, Megan or Sydney.
I saw smiles, wonderment, memories and a growing love for the great outdoors.
After we started Camp Cholesterol there were young hunters joining us each fall. For each of those who still wears blaze orange each fall, I feel some pride. For the three young ladies who shared some time with me in the woods this past weekend, I just have this feeling the future of hunting is going to work out.
As the saying goes, pass it on...