My oldest daughter got her hunting license to honor her Grampa was an avid hunter all his life long. Not to easy here to get that license but she successes and I'm very proud of.
After that, time to kill her first hog came so we organized everything in no so large area where usually we go to train dogs.
4 hogs were released; 2 small, 1 medium & one large.
Olivia only got the gun...plus myself just for security reason.
3 shoots...3 dead..! She surprised all friends there to look at her...really!
But not much impressive...yet. When she put down the biggest one...crowd ask her to castrate that big male: she took her first Randall #26...Dad's gift...and did the job...
Her Grampa passed away already but, for sure, he look at his granddaughter...proudly !!!

Here the story with a nice and very symbolic matter among friends and my father-in-law' soul among us.
I forgot about the medium size fourth hog: that was my job!...the real cherry on the cake.


Here down...Olivia with her uncle Vincenzo: The Dogs Master !