My dad and uncles have bowhunted together for over 30 years. I remember being a kid and wishing I could go to deer camp with them. Dad got me my first bow when I was 8 - a Fred Bear junior compound. I bowhunted with my dad when I was 12 and 13 but got too busy during high school and college. Three years ago we both got back into it again and I'm hooked for life this time. I'm 30 now and there's nothing I'd rather to than sit in a treestand during bow season. I strictly bowhunt now, even during rifle season. The best part is sharing the entire experience with my dad. We never had a whole lot in common growing up but now we are closer than ever because of hunting.