My Dad.

He first patiently taught me how to track at about age 8. I loved tracking for Dad and he seemed to greatly enjoy teaching me. IIRC the first deer I saw shot was when I was about 11 yrs old. (1949)

I was tracking and Dad was following. We were walking as quietly as we could when Dad tapped my shoulder and stepped up beside me. When he lifted the old 99 I saw the buck. The 300 spoke and I tracked that deer another 40 yds. I had gutted a few rabbits by then but he explained every stroke of his knife as he gutted it. I wasn't shooting but I sure was hunting! I was hooked.


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