I was in 7th or 8th grade we had just moved back to my moms birthplace after a long bad div. I had a friend who wanted to camp out in the nearby hills and we went on the weekend. At almost the same time I had been reading the James Dickey novel, Deliverance. When we camped (on top of a huge hill known for being a Indian mound) I lay awake all night listening to deer snort and wheeze. I couldn't get the thought of deer hunting out of my head, and a week later bought a indian warhawk at the local store. I know it sounds corny but that is how it started, nobody in my family hunted deer let alone with a bow....Self taught and all that jazz..Who woulda thunk it ????