I did not grow up hunting, but was avid in Colorado's outdoors and fishing through scouts. My Dad grew up in Arkansas in the depression and hunted to eat. It wasn't sport to him, so he wasn't interested in taking me.

In high school in Colorado, I was invited on a hunt with a friend. It was not far from Denver and it was a drunken camp. They were not careful with their guns or their game. A shot hit a tree near me. They snuck game home in hidden camper compartments. If this was hunting, it wasn't for me.

Twenty years later, four years ago, when I moved to Montana and my son came of age, he got his first deer after a long season. Some good friends helped us get started. We're hooked and what I would call avid but still novices. It is now my sons' favorite thing to do. This year we took up bow shooting and hope to hunt with them this fall.