For me it started because I was in the middle of nowhere growing up in Vermont. There wasn't much to do there except for spend time in the woods, go cow tipping, or tap maple trees in the spring. My father and I spent a LOT of time fishing when I was very little, but by time I was old enough to hunt my father wasn't around much. Pretty much the only good time we spent together from the time I was about 10 years old to when I was about 22 was hunting, which is probably the only thing that held us toghter during rough times. We spend lots of time together now but when I am hunting without him, I still call him on my cell phone after downing a deer usually while I am still in my tree. I would love to find a way to make a career out of this hobby/addiction.