I got myself into hunting. My dad is the only person in my immediate family that hunts, and he onlyhunts dove and waterfowl. He didn't hunt until I started. One day we were driving, and I asked him if I could go squirrel hunting with my pellet gun once the season opened. I printed out a papercalanderand marked the days down until squirrel season. I scouted the land that I was going to hunt, and found out that you cannot just hunt on any land. That land was someone's land, and I did not want to break the law. I asked my dad where I could hunt. He told me that hehad several friends who had a hunting camp. We went 4 wheel riding one day, and when we took a break I walked around the woods looking for animal signs. They told me that those woods were packed with squirrels. They invited me for a squirrel hunt, and I took them up on the offer. The first two times I did not get a shot off, but the third shot I shot at a squirrel. I was walking through the woods when I say two squirrels running on a log. I crept to within 20 yards and shot. I wounded it and he ran up the next tree. My dad's friend came around and scared him to my side, and I pulled the trigger. The safety was on! By that time the squirrel was on the other side of the tree, so he shot it. I have been hooked ever since.