I stalked and killed a sparrow in my grampa's garden with the selfbow he made for my 3rd birthday in 1955. It was all over for me at that point.[&:] I did a lot of small game bowhunting on the farm. Lots of rabbits fell to my arrows. And prairie dogs. Grampa said that each one of them I shot was one less cow with a broken leg, so I was constantly after them. After sneaking up on prairie dogs all my life, sneaking up on deer was almost too easy.

I'd still much rather go rabbit hunting with my bow than deer hunting. It's a lot more fun. Lots more action, you don't have to hike a couple miles back into the boonies to do it and a bag of bunnies (and/or squirrels) is a lot easier to pack out.