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It was really my wife's idea.  I can't take credit, and when she asked me if I wanted the boys to shoot paint filled balloons to reveal the gender of our third child, I was completely caught off guard.  To be honest I hadn't really had all that much time to think about it.  I hadn't planned anything at all.  We hadn't planned on having a gender reveal party.  We hadn't planned on having a third child.  Ever since we found out that my wife was pregnant, despite our best preventative measures, we had both just been a little...shocked.  At 41 years old, with now five and eight year old sons, the thought of going back to the beginning was less than desirable for me.  I had a plan, and God was having a good laugh at my expense.  I'd been working with both boys since about the age of three, showing them the basics of Archery.  I didn't have anyone to do that for me growing up, and like all Dad's I was eager to both share my passion, and provide for my sons something I hadn't ever had.  It's amazing to me, how little teaching it takes to get a child started shooting a bow.  The awe, and wonder with which they cast the arrow is inspiring.  Hitting the target seems to matter very little, but rather watching how far and how high an arrow can fly captures their tiny imaginations.  I never pressed the issue.  If they asked to shoot their bows, we did.  If I was shooting and they wanted to get in on the fun, I stopped and helped them.  We shot at animal targets, bullz eyes, and the occasional squirrel stalking our bird feeder.  I bought them both longbows for Christmas last year, real wooden bows just like Dad's.  I took them both on their first deer hunts last year as well.  We sat on the ground, and I brushed up a small blind.  I made sure they were warm, and had plenty of snacks.  They both saw a deer, and have begged me often to go back.  I'm teaching them about scouting, food sources, water, and where deer like to sleep.  We throw rocks in the creek, and build forts in the woods together.  I want them to learn all of the things I have learned about living outside.  I want them to be self sufficient woodsmen, a trait that is quickly being lost.  Most of all, I want them to remember the times we had together.  Hopefully, on a cool October evening, as they share a fire at a hunt camp somewhere, they will recount the story of how they used their longbows to reveal they were having another brother.