I was the same way with my dad. He always tells people of one time when I was 5 he took me hunting we sat down on a blow down and were watching a skidder trail. He said a little spike came walking down the trail. (I was whittling a stick) as soon as I saw it. I started elbowing him and saying Shoot it Dad Shoot it Dad....Shoot Shoot! He was getting elbowed so much that he couldnt even get it in the scope. Hahaha. What memories I have of hunting with my dad will never be lost. I will always remember them.