I think my story is pretty typical. My father always hunted and I used to love to hear about all the hunting stories. I would wait beside the road all day long waiting for him to come home and watching for deer on the back of cars. At five or six, my father would take me deer hunting one day out of the season with my Daisy BB gun. I was so excited thatI couldn't sleep the night before.

I've never been closer to my father then whenI was hunting with him and after thirty years of hunting, I still have that excitement the night before the first morning.