That's the way it ought to be done Greg. Good for you.

I clearly remember taking my first "game" as a nine year old. It was the day after Christmas and my first hunt alone in some fields near the house that are now a mega-mall. The weapon was a spanking new Daisy (Hopalong Cassidy model). Killed a nice mess of robins. Grandpa made a great jambalaya with them, but he made me clean them myself first.

We didn't have any deer hunters in the family. So I had no opportunity to hunt deer until I was in my twenties. But I was a pretty "young" nine and probably wasn't ready for much more than robins anyway.