It's a rite of passage. It's a little tough letting go, but I was as proud and confident as you are today with turning my two boys loose. My dad took me duck hunting every weekend from the time I was 8 until I turned 16. He quit hunting that year as well. He gave me the keys to his truck and his boat and off I went. I hunted alone every weekend on Modesto reservoir until I moved to NV in 1981. Good job bringing your boy up hunting.