I grew up in a family of hunters, I lived on a farm til I was 10 so all my uncles came to our place the first day of small game season to hunt with my dad. Watching and listening to them laughing and telling stories as kids were like to do back then instead of being off playing some computer game,there was never any question that I would be a hunter when I was 12. I started hunting during the hay day of pheasant hunting. The area in PA where I am from was the heart of pheasant country and brother, we had pheasants and pheasant habitat. Lots of rabbits and squirrels as well. I would get home from school and if my dad was on day shift, my gun and shells would already be in the car, I changed clothes and we went for the last hour of squirrel hunting. I have two younger brothers, they were raised the same way. We did hunt deer, but there were not many in the area of the state where we lived, small game was king. Why do I hunt? Because it is in my nature to hunt!