I've recommended that Gary and Jeremiah, my oldest, take my two middle sons, Daniel and Joseph, Snipe hunting this weekend. Daniel, who is a kind and gentle soul, is a little reluctant to go, but he's curious about the animal as he's never seen one. Joseph is very enthused and can't wait. This rite of passage is best if handled by family members.
For my non-southern/American viewers this is what a snipe is:
The Snipe Hunt
Strangely, here the name "Snipe" applies to a small rat-like creacture about the size of a ground hog, is grey, tailess and very slow. It's also completely nocturnal and tastes like chicken. They are extremely shy, which is why it's best to work by yourself with a flashlight, a stick and a bag. My oldest demonstrated the action involved in catching one which amounts to blinding it with the flashlight, hitting it over the head and depositing it in the bag. A three-step motion, he said. I had to remind him about the whistle that attracts them, though.
We told Sam, the eight year old, that you have to be twelve to go. He's very disappointed (cried a little). I told him we'd talk to his Dad, but that I'm pretty sure the law is clear about it.
PS. My seventeen year old is a very convincing liar and this concerns me. I have no idea where he got it from.