Dad. He got me into small game hunting (dove, rabbit and quail). He started me walking with him at age 5 and this progressed over time to not being able to keep me out of the woods. At 13, I wanted to go deer hunting and he knew nothing about it but he agreed to it. I shot my first doe at 15. We both looked at it and Dad handed me a knife and said, "this is all you."
I have never seen a guy dry heave as much as that morning. I didn't know what I was doing and Dad was downwind of a cut open paunch. I remember it like it was yesterday and it was over 25 years ago.
I wouldn't trade those early memories for anything.
