As I said earlier, I have taken 1000's of animals...the moves the Alberta and Sakatchewan helped those number since many were gpphers and geese...
My first time hunting would be tagging along with Dad at about 4 or 5 years old. My Dad was a very avid upland bird hunter as well as sea ducks, seal hare...as well as a fisherman.
Hunting was not an all year round thing when I grew up. After MArch, the guns got put away and growing vegetables for the winter was the main concern.
As August came and went the sign that hunting season was near, was the ripening of the blue berries...
I had a BB gun at the age of 6 and shooting .22 at the age of 10.
I fire my first 12 gauge shot at the age of 11 terrified that would it surely break my collar bone.
The story to that first shot?
My Great Uncle died, and when he died he left me a little money. Several years before this we had a wonderful Blue Belton who passed of old age. Out of the money I wanted to buy a new bird dog, a Gordon Setter. Mom and Dad agreed so in April (Uncle George died in March) I bought my first Gordon Setter pup.
That fall, Dad said she needed to have a few shots fired over her head, so off we went. When we got out by the lighthouse where we often hunted, Dad watched the dog running and commented on what a good dog she was. He then put a shell in the Rem 1100 and passed the gun to me and said the safety is on. I looked puzzled...he said..."she's your dog, you fire the shot"
So I did, and she never even bothered with it...all was good and many hunting years followed with her.
Dad knew how to use a compass, he was a conpass at times...he could navigate in the fog, he knew the tricks and things that worked and waht didn't. He instilled in me a vast knowledge of the sea and woods and I still learn from him all the time...
I love it when he comes out in the fall and we hit the Canada's which back home is like getting a trophy Ram for mny bird hunters...
He usually can't believe his eyes and is beaming as they fly over..
Good times.
My self, well...I am rifles allthe time and constantly. My truck rarely leaves the driveway without some kind of firearm aboard...
L ive for this stuff,...it feels good,..it's quality time shared mother nature and my family....
GOD BLESS HUNTING !