most of my earliest memories are hunting and fishing.
when i was very young, my dad let me ride along when he hunted, as well as mom and my little bro. talking 2 or 3 years old. dad road hunted nearly all the time, so i alwyas got to be there for the kills. (weve since got him out of the truck, years ago here in wyoming road hunting was all that was necessary). off season, we took drives in the evening up the creek to count deer. my whole family has always hunted. grandparents, great grandparents, everybody. every summer we camped on cold creek, spent every weekend, and most long weekends, except when we went to the high country to look at elk. my grandparents camped on that creek the whole summer, only coming down once or twice a month. we lived on trout we caught, mostly with worms and hoppers.

it is all i have ever known, thanks dad.
brad