tenyears ago when i was seven my dad bought me a red rider a went in the backyard and shot about six birds that were floating around the barns. i brought them back to my mom and she got pissed off she called my dad and all he could do was laugh. that night he asked me if i wanted to go hunting with him in the winter, i eagerly said yes. we went out to the gun club we had back then in washington nj, we were sitting in a stand next to a corn feild and a river. a few deer came out along with the smallest ten in history (maybe 10 inches high and 9 inches wide) my father shot that buck and ever since i have been captivated by hunting.