Grew up with a Pheasant release site literally in my backyard. Starting at about 4yrs old it was my job to go with the warden and watch where the birds went. They had 3 options, corn, apple or pear orchard. Dad and his buddies would come home from work and I would direct them to where the majority went. At about 7 yrs old I started to lying to them so I could go the next day with a JC Higgins 20 gauge and get them myself. That didn’t go over well.

Deer hunting with dad and his buddies was a week long event at camp every year. Bucks antler size didn’t matter. The first one to kill a buck was the big dog in camp for that week. It was all track and stalk hunting with a little sitting on your butt when you were defeated because you couldn’t locate one.