Duck hunting

When children grow up, we have to tell them that we walked through mud, we were knee-deep in puddles, we were cold in the wind, but we waited for the ducks to fly, and it was during the hunt.

It is impossible to protect children from cold puddles for the rest of their lives.

In this picture, which was painted by my son, you can see all the delights of duck hunting, mud, swamp and puddles on the road. The atmosphere of what is happening is very true.

In our family grows hunter-hunter and artist, at the same time.