No I wasn’t. My dad passed away when I was 10 years old. I remember that he hunted quail, but that was about all that he hunted. He did however buy a Marlin 39A Mountie just before he died, and that was passed on to me. That gun got me started shooting. My interest grew and was enhanced by my reading any gun magazine I could get my hands on. There were no deer in my part of the country when I was growing up, no wild turkeys, and no coyotes or ground hogs. I went on my first deer hunt when I was 21. That was 56 years ago, and old age is the only thing that has slowed me down since.
If we live long enough, we all have regrets. But the ones that nag at us the most are the ones in which we know we had a choice.
