Sammy is Losing His Slicker

We have lived in town forever. Most of our church families live out.  In fact, our 15 year-old Sammy has often had banterings with his buddies over the differences between a country boy and a city slicker.  Sam was the city slicker.  He could read, but couldn't shoot a gun.  He could play music, but didn't own camo.  You get the point. But now, after just a few weeks 'out', he is losing it.

• He offered to shoot the magpies out of our new cherry tree, with a smile on his face.
• He and his dad set up a huge work bench area in the outbuilding, complete with circular saw.  Yes, the Sargents have an outbuilding. 
• The other night, he came upstairs grinning from ear to ear, and told me there was a dead rabbit in the freezer.  My freezer.  With our extra bread in it.  He and our pastor's boys had each shot one with BB guns, and our pastor's sons walked Sam through the skinning, washing, cutting, and freezing.  All while the rest of us were ignorantly unpacking boxes. Friday I found the little critter in my fridge.  In a ziploc baggie.  Soaking in Sam's homemade brine.  Uh-huh. Then Saturday, Sammy found a recipe for Rabbit Stew, and away he went.  He was ranting and raving and flying through the room, concocting his first batch of homemade anything.  The kitchen smelled heavenly, and everyone liked it so much I didn't even get a bite.  Yah, okay, I admit I wasn't exactly the first one in line, but still...

So it looks as if Sammy Sargent is seriously losing his slicker and turning into a country boy.  And he's having a great time doing it.