Sucess. Twice so far.

He is a man on a conquest.  A one who loves the thrill of the hunt.
He is able to keep from talking, whistling, or humming while only the
stride of long boyish legs can be heard swishing through the drying grass.

Now old enough (and long since responsible enough) to carry his weapon
on a trek through familiar woods alone, he is no longer in debt to the wait.
So he goes.
All on his own, he seeks, he spies, and he is successful in bringing home his bird.

Well done son.
You are becoming quite an able man.

And I am proud of you.