My dad use to bird hunt alot and deer hunt sometimes. As kids we use to wonder why he would go out on his own and not let any of his four youngens go. At the age of 8 he would let us walk with him bird hunting but NO guns, the next year we could carrie a gun but NO shells we would point and "click" I would swear I got that one. Finally one shell then two.

Then we started deer hunting at 11. after dropping many deer from long off my brother and I split the cost of a Pearson Renagade and take turns using it. We both got hooked.

I put it down for about 10 years, then picked it up again and drew it back "WOW" I was in love again.

There is nothing like setting in the woods enjoying what GOD made and left for us to
manage