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My Hunting History & Training...
Just a quick look back at how my interest in everything outdoors, especially hunting, happened...
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My father was a welder who worked long hours combined with shift work so time during hunting seasons was at a premium. He spent endless hours training and coaching me how to dress, walk, spot game, be quiet, and, most importantly, have fun while appreciating the freedoms we have to spend time outdoors and hunt!
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Below is a small sample of my early adventures!
My father with the results of hours of practice and being able to hit at 52 yards...I was five years old and this picture still motivates me today!
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My father paddled me around Minnesota Lake for endless hours...we called them "Mud Ducks" and there was only one older guy in town that would eat them...wack 'em with a paddle and "finish" them off with my new Daisy!
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We were fortunate enough to live across from someone who let us hunt on his land...this was my first .22 long rifle with a scope and I spent hours upon hours practicing after my father helped zero it for me...
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I was busy when I was 12 years old!
Thanksgiving day of my 10th grade...we had a huge family event at our house in town and nobody wanted to brave the sub-zero Minnesota weather to hit the woods...my father dropped me off and told me where the pick-up point was a couple of hours later. I had walked in about half a mile when I jumped five of these guys. They split in all directions and I tagged three with head shots from my trusty M1 Carbine. We sold them at a dealer for $20.00 each and then went home. Everyone was quite shocked when I showed them the money, which was alot back then...I also thanked my Mom for using an old bed sheet for my winter camo!
My father was creative with the homemade target in the backyard...practiced and hunted heavy during high school...a friend of my Dad, who was a Cav Scout in Vietnam, was a member of a 3D range which was loads of fun for a novice archer!
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Recurve was the only option I had in high school..at least I advanced to sights! This was before I joined the National Guard, hence the hair! I did get in some trouble on the stand once using broadheads to shoot at squirrels when I was bored...my Dad got a couple of the old "Flu Flu" heads which kept me out of trouble!
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Recurve success with a nice whitetail doe in high school!
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