Well, I grew up in upstate NY where people hunted deer and pheasants. Being that I am 43 years old, I am the youngest of 5 kids (4 older sisters, 0 brothers. You guessed it, I am the only boy, the baby of the family, and the spoiled brat! ). Anyway, my dad and uncles hunted back in the 50's and 60's, and I was just a small baby way back then. But, later on, when I came of age to hunt, everyone around me had given it up. So I had no one to show me the ropes. So I just let it be and never got into hunting as a kid. My dad got back into it back in the 80's when he was retired, but I never got a chance to hunt with him, as I was in the USCG and stationed all over the place. Ever since my dad passed away (in May 2002), I carry his old 1982 NY State hunting license with a single deer tag removed.

Anyway, getting back on track to this post, I had nobody around to show me the ropes on hunting, but all you guys (and gals). You all sort of "took me under your wing" as the saying goes, and I appreciate it a lot!

Butch A.