The whole time I was growing up my Dad went deer hunting once. I was younger so I did not get to go. He was working with a guy when I was about 7 or 8 that would hunt foxes. So he got a 243. That was something he could use for fox or deer. When I was in Jr. High my older brother got in to coon hunting. He would go with him and sometimes I would go. When I was in in my mid 20's my other older brother got into hunting. It sounded fun so I borrowed my Dad's 243 and went antelope hunting with my brother. The next year I brought my own gun and started hunting with my brother. My dad started going out with us. He was never the gun guy that I am.
