My dad took me bowhunting when I was 6 months old (no kidding) - wrapped in a blanket at the bottom of his feet in a ground blind. I can't ever remember not going bowhunting - well at least sitting in a blind until I was old enough to hunt myself.

He bought bows to the hospital when both of my sons were born (the nurses loved that). This weekend we are taking my boys up to camp (ages 6 and 8) and each of us will have one with us in tent blinds - makes things a little more challenging than the usual treestand by yourself. My oldest son has done nothing but watch hunting videos for the last 4 days - he's more excited about going up than he is before Christmas. I haven't been able to get a shot at a deer yet with one of them with me, but this year I think I can get enough days in with them to make it happen (if I can just get them to sit still for more than 30 minutes!).

Neither of them has any hope of not getting hooked - next year all four of us (Grandpa, me and the two boys) are joining an 3D league as partners. We'll probably have the lowest scores in the league, but I'll bet there won't be many other teams that have more fun.