Well i wasn't fortunate enough to grow up with a family that hunts. I was born and raised in the city and never thought about huntin untill one of my neighbors one day asked me if i wanted to go to one of his friends farm. He had taken my cousin a couple of times and i always wanted to go so whenthe opportunity came up iwas out the door in a heart beat! I was still a kid about 12 and we took the 2 hour drive and went up to the farm. I have to say as we arrived i just knew the country was for me. I had never been anywhere outside the city when thistook placeand i have to say the feeling of just being away from the city and everyone was overwhelming. We spent a week there and they took me out and i got some armadillos, rabbits, and they killed a HUGE hog while i was there. I ate venison for the first time in my life and absolutely loved it. From then on i was always asking him to take me.Lol(boydid i bother him)Till about 2 years ago that i got my car and license and now enjoy it on my own. I wish i can still be going out there with him but he's already to old, buthuge thanks to him becauseif it wasn't for him i wouldn't be enjoying the great outdoors like i do today.