My grandfather taught me small game hunting. None of my relatives deer hunted. My dad bowhunted small game, grouse and a pheasant trip once a year.

My first bow experience as youth in Alabama was with a old Cherokee Indian that I would give a few catfish to a couple of times each summer. He let me shoot HIS bow. I say HIS because he made it, like countless others. His own hand-hewn shafts, self-knapped flint heads and fletched with true turkey feathers. I still have one of those arrows.

It was fun, but I didn't get the bug until my dad had given up his bow and I picked it up. Been hooked ever since. I'm even going back to a traditional setup this year. I've truly missed it.

As for deer hunting: self-taught with a few tips and stories courtesy of ol' Jo.







Shoot often - Hunt always