Seriously, I really did start in '96 because of PETA's and Anti's. I was a neutral. Hunting was OK with me, but I didn't care to kill anything myself. Then I realized that I was getting tired of anti's and didn't want to associate with them, so I went along with my good hunting friend in NV, just to support the tradition. But it was off and on, cause I wasn't all that successful.

When I really got the incurable bug was when my first son was old enough and shot his first deer on the closing day of a long, hard season in Montana (below). I will never forget the adrenaline rush that made the whole season worth it. I'm hooked for life, and so are my sons.


Guess I'm a reactionary, but you can thank PETA types for pushing me into your world, and I am so thankful they did. Think they'll invite me to a dinner to tell my story?