My dad, uncles and grandpa were all hardcore waterfowl hunters, while dad and my uncle enjoyed big game hunting they lived for duck season. At a very young age and being the only boy in the group I was brought into the fold, went along spotting and hunting. I was upgraded to carry my wooden gun and empty shell belt by the age of 4, which then turned into a bb gun but wasn't allowed to carry it while actually bird hunting. 22 and shotguns would follow until I reached age 10 when i was given my first rifle a 308 win 760 pump to get use too. At the legal age of 12 I hunted everything with my dad and uncles. I shot my first canada, snow, speckle belly and mallard that fall. Not be out done I tagged a mule deer doe in a special youth draw and 2 nice bucks before my first season would come to an end. At the age of 16 I started to really get into hunting big game, buying a bow & then followed by a muzzleloader. I learned more about hunting animals and their characteristics after departing from my elders, but I owe them everything for instilling the passion for the outdoors at such a young age. As they say the rest is history.
My wife and mom curse Dad for this though as I have gone past passion and right to obession for anything to do with hunting.
