How to Raise a Redneck: Part 259

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So the boys have decided that this cold, rainy October morning is just perfect for duck hunting. I truly had no idea that being a duck hunting redneck was genetic- but clearly it must be because the boys have turned their bean bag chair into their duck blind and have made guns out of duplo blocks.  All on their own.  They're sitting as still as can be in their blind yelling "Come on ducks!  We're hunting you!!!!"  For some reason, I'm not sure this is the proper technique.  But who am I to tell them that they are sitting still wrong?!   Of course Jon thinks this is adorable and he is beaming with pride.  So he gives them some duck decoys and duck calls.  Now they're honking away and blasting imaginary ducks on my ceiling.  But the funniest part is the dog.  The poor dog keeps getting all excited when they honk on the calls and yell, "Take 'em!  Shoot 'em!"  I think he's really expecting to go hunting.  I'm just not sure what he expects to retrieve when his masters are shooting with lego guns!!!