Grew up in the desert around Tucson with a BB gun my grandfather bought me or slingshots I made. Flipping burgers at 14 and saw some of my friends hunting deer with their fathers. Asked my father why we weren't doing the same. He said we needed rifles and we didn't have any. Got on the bus and went to K Mart an put 2 Marlins on layaway. Surprise was blown when the counter guy said I needed my father to retrieve them. Only seasons I missed since then were my years in the Navy. Dad hunted with me til age 87. George
Dad always said, "Nadie Nacio Ensenado" (No One Was Born Taught)
