My Dad got me started when I was about 8 or 9 with the old recurve wood bow, wooden arrowsand no sites. After my brother and I took to the Bow hunting we would ride our bikes to an oldfarm place just outside of town we had permission to hunt on. We did take some deer back in those days but nobody ever thought of horn hunting. If it was brown it was down! Well that is if we got the chance. You see we did not have scent protection or tree stands or even good hunting clothing. We just stood on the edge of a corn field in the woods and hoped for best. Once in a great while if there was a good tree we would climb up and just stand on a branch.
Boy have things changed since thenbut I wouldn't trade them old memories for anything!! The good thing is that now after all this time (45 years or so) I'm still out there creating new memories for myself and my kids. Thanks Dad!!!