My mom and dad divorced when I was 6. Mom remarried when I was 9, and to an absolute GREAT dude! He's been dad ever since. Really lucked out there. He started me hunting when I was 10.

At this point, I've NEVER fired a gun. So he started me off with a BB gun. I was aiming at a tin can at let's say 2 o'clock, fired, and shot the back window out of his 1973 Bronco at 11 o'clock......I have no idea how I pulled that off.....I mean, that window wasn't even CLOSE to where I was aiming....musta ricoched.....[&:] Anyway, he never said a single word about it. Never. Now we laugh at it pretty good though. I am very fortunate to have himbecause my "real" dad is an animal loving non hunter. Not ANTI mind you, which is good.

Ironically, I've never been deer hunting with him (my step dad.) 90% of what I know about deer hunting is self taught. I've had a few friends along the way teach me a thing or two, but most of what I know I learned on my own.