Well, I come from a long line of hunters, but unfortunately I am the last of the Mohicans!
My dad started me out as soon as I was old enough. My grandpa ( dad's dad) and my dad's uncle , my dad and my da's brother all grew up hunting. They used to go out west hunting mulies every year, and hunted rabbit, squirrel, pheasant, quail and deer around here. When I was old enough to go out, I was the dog
, then I was able to start hunting myself finally. Then it ended up just being me and my Dad. Grandpa and my dad's uncle got older and slowed down, my dad's brother stopped hunting altogether. so it was just me and dad. He brought me up right. Now dad is retired and has all the grankids etc, he rarely hunts much anymore. But I am definitely the most hardcore of all. And they will all tell you that.
I have a daughter who is in her first year of college. She likes to shoot her bow, and get out a few times. God didn't bless me with a son to pass it on. But, there are alot of young bowhunters out there who I have helped get into the great lifestyle we share, so I guess that I did help pass on the tradition a little bit ( and still will.)