There has to be something to the DNA thing. My father and all my uncles, on both sides, were hunters. Myself and my four brothers are all hunters. Our three sons hunt and our two daughters married hunters. Our eleven grandsons and four of our granddaughters are hunters. We have a nine year-old great-grandson who is well on his way to being an avid hunter like his father. Every fall , starting in mid September and running to just before Christmas, you would think we were having a ongoing family reunion with all our offspring coming up here to hunt. Quite a few come up during the summer to fish. Some of them even come up when it is twenty below to go ice fishing. Luckily this big old farmhouse has four extra bedrooms to accommodate them when they come.