Dad did. It was rough at times but he taught me everything I know.

Dad.
He would carry me on his shoulders thru swamps while hog hunting.

My dad carried me on a few squirrel hunting trips. But because of his job, those were few and far between. My Paw Paw Quimby and my Uncle Ken are the ones that introduced me to deer hunting. Sure wish I could share one more hunt with my Paw Paw.

My dad and grandpa grew up quail hunting walked many a miles and loved it

My Dad. Some of my best memories are of me and him hunting together.

My youth pastor from the younger years is who really got me started deer hunting. He was patient, taught me about everything he knew, and laid a good foundation for what it takes to be a respectful outdoorsmen. Grew up running coon dogs and never really gave deer hunting a chance.

Looking back at it now, God's plan for me in the woods was far greater than the mind could imagine. Years later in a duck swamp, I hit my knees and truly fell in love with my Savior, Jesus Christ. I quit playing religion and devoted my life to follow Jesus. What probably just seemed like teaching a youngin to hunt, turned into the greatest decision I have ever made. Months after the swamp meeting with Jesus, I began to preach the precious, powerful Word of God! Very humbling moment each time I give my testimony, telling everybody I can, that I found Jesus in the midst of hunting other things! I thank God for the obedience of my youth pastor.

I have the greatest opportunity to hunt with some great Godly men. Not only did I find my Savior in the woods, but also get to strengthen my relationship with Him through Godly fellowship with bold men in His Beautiful Creation! Whether I'm in the duck blind, deer stand, or chasing turkeys I never forget what God has done/continues to do for me in the woods and I always find myself saying:
"For many are called, but few are chosen."-Matthew 22:14

Myself, at 38. I was spending loads of money in competetive shooting and begging for venison. Finally made the logical conclusion. Read half the posts on this sight, joined a club and now we'll see...

My Uncle Jimmy. My father didn't hunt at all. Uncle Jimmy taught me so much about the outdoors and deer hunting. Gave me my first whole beer and first whiskey drink......... at 14! Good times !

My friend's dad took me while I was in college. No one in my family hunted. Hooked after one trip...

Dad

My ol man. Miss him terribly!

Me. Daddy said he hunted as a kid because he HAD to, not because he wanted to. He swore he'd never go again once he no longer had to. I read everything I could get my hands on and just went out and did it. Learned alot from making so many mistakes.

Just about all the men in my family hunted and a few of the ladies did as well. Hunting and fishing were just a part of life.

My pops, I have very very fond memories of when I was like 4 hunting with him. I was using a springfield single shot 410 with birdshot I thought I was gonna take a deer out with it if I saw one. Almost unloaded it on a wild dog one year. When I was turned 7 or 8 he upgraded my hunting gun to a ruger m77 7mm rem mag lol, still my go to hunting rifle.

7mag at 7 years old.. Dang... I would have gave you my lunch money for sure..

when i was 7-8 yrs old my dad took me out hunting and id sit on the ground under his tree stand or in a blind with him. i loved just sitting there quiet in the woods with him

My brother in law got me started when I was seven. That was 34 years ago and we still hunt together.

My dad and grandfather took me hunting. When I got big enough to tote a adequate deer gun my grandfather would take me dog hunting on Saturday and my dad would take me stalk hunting on Sunday. I killed my first deer a doe with my grandfather and first buck with my dad and cousin. It just kills me they aren't here to do the same with my son.

My Dad.

My dad. I dont remember ever not hunting. Mom been gone 32 years and dad 30. Think of them every day.