Your buddies are the ones being selfish. Take your son hunting. There is nothing as special as enjoying the outdoors with your father. I lost mine in 1997, and I will cherish the good times that we had both hunting and fishing. My son is only five years old now, but you can rest assured when he is ready that I will share with him my love for the outdoors every chance I get. If your friends can't understand , then they have a lot to learn themselves. Good hunting.