My grandfather on my dad's side was the sportsman, and my dad fell right in to the thick of it post the Great Depression. My dad was born in 1933 and his dad/my grandfather supplemented their diets quite heavily with game taken, be it a deer and/or a dove/duck/goose. My dad started me at the ripe old age of 4, hunting and fishing with him and my grandfather. It seems if my dad had free time he was hunting or fishing, and my brother and I accompanied him. This was waaaaay before Texas was 95% fenced private land. We'd start out at my grandfather's back door and the hunt commenced. The Gulf of Mexico was 10 miles from my grandfather's house. We did some deep sea fishing and well as casting in the surf for speckled trout. My grandmother on my dad's side was every bit the hunter and fisher-woman that the men were. I can't remember a time growing up when we weren't either fishing or hunting, especially on the weekends.
