Iremember my dad taking me to the Pocono's to deer hunt for my very first time.A friend of his who had been our nextdoor neighborhad moved up there and had some land. We went up for opening day of buck season, I think it was 1971 or 1972. The night before, it snowed like hell! I think we got about 8". It was a winter wonderland.
We went up the mountain in the dark that morning. My dad and I sat at our stand and waited. We saw a few doe, and had a nice 8pt run past us about 70yrds out. Too far, especially with him running. But I'll never forget that day as long as I live. We didn't get a deer that year, but I KNEW that I loved this sport!! My dad and I hunted together for about 5 more years, but he gave up intrest in it.
After that, I continued to hunt with my friends, and eventually got into bowhunting, which brings me to my current fanatical stage.