I started hunting when no one in my family hunted. I was raised by a single mother, after my father passed, and although she would take us camping, never hunting, she always encouraged us. I took hunters safety at 12, and she was friends with a state troopers family and Mr Corbett took me a lot. I have an older brother who like to hunt, but likes golf better and my younger brother doesn't hunt at all.
Now I have 2 young stepsons, Jordan 12 and Jake 10. Jake is sports, sports , sports. Jordan huntswith me. I love them both. There is nothing that makes me prouder than Jake scoring goals or Jordan hunting with me. I don't force either into anything, I have driven an hour to hunt and have Jake tell me he's ready to go after an hour. 2 hours drive/ 1 hour hunting, but I don't want him to hate it. Jordan has been going with me since he was 4. There were many mornings of him sleeping on my lap when the turkeys were gobbling. But I hope that the memories that I make with either of them are what counts. Louis Lemore said "there are only 2 things in life, anticipation and remembrance. If we remember richly we must have lived richly." For me, my best memories were in the woods and I hope that I can give my little guys some of what I have had.