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If it weren't for ______, I never would have started hunting
If it wasn't for my Dad, I never would have started hunting- He was always there to take me hunting even when he worked 11pm to 7am and had got no sleep the night before. If I'm 1/3 the Dad he was to me growing up, my kids will be fine.
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GUNPOWDER
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Yep, it was my dad, and it continues to be my dad. I do most of my hunting with my dad, and I still love it, as does he. Of course, we have more equipment now and better hunting skills, but it is just as fun as it was 30 years ago when he had to hold the gun for me to pull the trigger.
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Well, I'd have to place that title on my grandfather. he took us to the hunter's safety course, and took us hunting for deer, rabbits, etc. He was within sight when I shot my first whitetail, and that was a moment I'll never forget, and treasure because he was there to experience it with me. truth be told, I doubt I would have done much else, but he definitely fueled my interest and passion in hunting and the outdoors.
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My Father, bought me my first 22 when I was 8 years old. Still have it. He was an excellent teacher. The major lesson he taught after the skills and safe gun handling was: Hunting is like eating your favorite meal. Sometimes you don't have room for desert after your favorite meal, yet killing an animal or bird is like having desert if you have room. You don't have to kill something to have a great hunt.
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My dad got me interested in fishing, and it was my uncle who got me involved in hunting. But I want to be the dad who gets his kids involved in both in such a way that thirty years from now they would be able to answer this forum in a way similar to rick, fabs, and popple.
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my primal blood lust...
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my husband
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I would have to say an uncle.I shot paper and clays, uncle got me into hunting!
Dan
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I had it in me from birth. My dad had quit hunting, but came out of retirement for a few years when I turned 12 til I could drive and take myself hunting at 16.
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I am remembering it the same as MT, exept my Dad never hunted, but walked along with me the first time when I was 12, after that he just kind of let me do it on my own. There was a 4H leader and Hunter Safety instructor to give me some help, but it was out of magazines for the most part, for me learning to hunt.
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My brother Buddy and my brother-in-law Henry. My Dad had some influence, but it was mostly them.
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It was my dad! Bought me my 1st 22 and followed up with a shotgun,started me deer hunting in New York with that same shotgun,and I lost count of how many Pheasant and cotton tails that old Ithaca Feather Weight took not to mention Crows & ducks,The 22 was a Squirrel Killing Machine and a great gun to plink with.Followed up later with a Sako 22-250 for Wood Chuck.
I have rounded the corner in my hunting career many years later with a 17 HMR and a bunch of guns all the way up to 30-338.So now living in Idaho my moto is if it fly's it dies if it crawls its shot and if its in season and it's in between walking and crawling it wont be safe very long! Thanks to my dad! ![]() |
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My dad, I just hope I can do the same for my granddaughter, bought her lifetime hunting and fishing license the other day for her 2nd birthday, Sept 2006
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Last night, my dad asked me when we were going to get our hunting licenses and if I was ready for September first. When I told him that goose season comes in August first, he replied with "Well then, we had better get our licenses tomorrow." I stopped by on the way home from a client and he asked if we were going to get our licenses. I had to break the news that I had no intention of hunting geese in August and killing 15 per person per day because I didn't want to spend the entire day cleaning birds in the heat. He ended up agreeing. So, we agreed that September first would be our first day of hunting, and we would limit it to doves. We would then deal with the early teal season and early duck season and get geared up for the goose season in November, when it is actually like goose hunting instead of goose slaughtering. Just doesn't seem too sporting to me to go out and shoot birds that are barely two or three months old.
However, I loved my dad's enthusiasm. I think this might be the first time in my lifetime that my dad is more enthusiastic about hunting than I am.
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