My grandfather was a bird hunter. Had some great dogs. One of his dogs was pretty well known and a farmer from where I live now wanted to cross his females with him. The farmer and my grandfather hit if off and started hunting together (quail).
My dad would go with them as a kid and head the opposite way with his beagles rabbit hunting. Dad loved it here so much that as soon as he graduated college he bought some land and built a house. I was born a couple of years later.
Grew up rabbit and deer hunting with my dad, quail hunting with my grandfather. Still hunt with my dad, grandfather's been gone 10 years now...man I miss him. If it wasn't for hunting (and bird dogs), I probably wouldn't have grown up where I did...made a difference in my life before I was even born.
