My first hunt was a walk along with my brother, dad and uncle... pheasant hunting in MI...I was maybe 7 or 8. I was fascinated...my dad used to shoot trap and reload shells so my brother and I tagged along sometimes to the trap shoot.
I grew up in Indiana and as we got older, we accompanied my dad and uncle on quail hunting trips occasionally in NW Indiana and I was hooked. A tornado hit our house and laid down the trees in our area when I was in the third grade...at age 11, I got my first single shot shotgun and the tornado inadvertently created some of the best rabbit cover I have ever seen...rabbits, squirrels and later deer and ducks as I got older.
I don't hunt much any more but my love of the outdoors and rural living/lifestyle was cemented at an early age.
Man once surrendering his reason, has no remaining guard against absurdities the most monstrous, and like a ship without rudder, is the sport of every wind.
-Thomas Jefferson to James Smith, 1822.
We cannot solve our problems with the same thinking we used when we created them.