[i][/i]Both Dad and Gramps were out of hunting before I came online.
Grandpa had grown up on a farm in Brecksville, OH and had remained an avid bird shooter into the 1940's. However, the scarcity of birds and the aging of his father-in-law (my great-grandfather) caused him to drop out.
Dad was a big-time trap shooter-- used to compete at Vandalia, but gave it all up when I was a baby.
I had zero exposure to any hunting until I was well out of college and fell in with a group of old farts that were part of the vast right-wing conspiracy. I became indoctrinated about age 25, and have been going full-tilt ever since.
One interesting side note: I had a great uncle that was a hunting . . .er. . . the term wasn't a Jagermeister (that's an icky drink), but it was something like that. He hunted in the Black Forest, and was a favorite of Herman Goering and the like. Dad got to hunt stag with him once back in the 50's.
