My interest in hunting was developed over 50 years ago by my Daddy. He took me dove hunting with him when I was 6 or 8 to do the retrieving. I saw the excitement in him when he saw a bird coming and told me to be still. When I was 12, he gave me a 20 ga. stevens single shot for Christmas and all was right with the world. We went squirrel hunting that day and he found the squirrels and let me do the shooting. When I would shoot one almost in half, he would just laugh and say, " Well, you got that one." When I'd shoot a whole box of shells dove hunting and have 1 or 2 birds, he NEVER criticized my lack of marksmanship, only coached me in how to lead and follow-through. Although we were very poor, he always had a couple of dollars to buy me be another box of shells and that let me know it was ok to miss a shot. It was this kind of spoken and unspoken encouragement that made me want to hunt. My dad has been gone 22 years and I'd love to hear him say, "Well, you got that one".