Sadly, My father was never a hunter, so never had the opportunity to hunt with him.
He has been gone for 3 years now, and I miss him a lot....we did many other things together, and he was a fine man whose shoes I will probably never fill.
When I was a lot younger, I became close friends with a fellow 1½ years my junior who wanted to take up hunting.
I was eager to mentor him, and, having several deer and a couple of moose and elk under my belt, I took on the task.
He was the noisiest guy in the woods I have ever heard!!
If there was a stick or a single dry leaf on the ground, he could find it with one of his size 10's, lol.
I hunted with him for several seasons on and off, but never saw game when we were together.
Had several conversations with him about being quiet, but it seemed he just couldn't wrap himself around the concept. [there was nothing wrong with his hearing]
He finally managed to bag a deer after 3 "dry" seasons. [maybe the deer was deaf]
However, after about 6-7 years, he finally made the adjustments to quieten his progress while hunting.
He became one of my favorite hunting companions, and remains a close friend to this day.
We are both in our 60's now, and we often laugh about those early years.
Just hope we have quite a few years to hunt together yet.
Regards, Eagleye