Axxe55
Retiretgtshit stirrer
I can remember some of my first hunting trips as a youngster. For the first part of my life, I grew up in and around Houston. My father would take my brother and I to the gun ranges as youngsters and taught us how to shoot at an early age. But, living there, we didn't have the opportunities to go hunting. Fast forward a few years after my grandfather passed away in 1974, and my father inherited the family farm and we moved here in 1975. Wow! We had land to go hunting on! And all sorts of hunting. Deer, rabbit, squirrel, dove, quail, ect. Our father never was a hunter himself, but he had no objections to anyone hunting as long as it was done in an ethical and respectful manner, and that was what he taught us about hunting. He would even lend a hand at helping us become better hunters, and to help us get ready to hunt. Like helping us build deer stands and finding the best spot for them. Many times he spent time with us sighting in rifles, or spending time planting cover crops in the fall that would attract deer that season. He would reload ammo for us to use for hunting, He bought us rifles and shotguns to use for hunting.
By the time the mid 1970's rolled around, visions of deer hunting were a huge thing for me. Those times spent in a deer stand, shortly before daybreak, or for a time in the evening for a while before the sun set, were some happy times of my youth. The very first deer I took, was feeling I almost can't even put into proper words. A lot of emotions all at one time. Satisfaction, exhilaration, respect and even a touch of sadness as well. I remember going to tell my father about the deer I killed, and him helping me to field dress my first deer.
Even though my father didn't hunt himself, hunting gave us time together, all three of us, learning, and preparing for hunting. Dad passing along his own thoughts and opinions about hunting, and teaching us the value of ethics, respect, and responsibility about hunting, and maybe even just life in general. They are some fond memories I have to this day, and much of what my father taught us, shaped our lives in the past years after leaving home.
By the time the mid 1970's rolled around, visions of deer hunting were a huge thing for me. Those times spent in a deer stand, shortly before daybreak, or for a time in the evening for a while before the sun set, were some happy times of my youth. The very first deer I took, was feeling I almost can't even put into proper words. A lot of emotions all at one time. Satisfaction, exhilaration, respect and even a touch of sadness as well. I remember going to tell my father about the deer I killed, and him helping me to field dress my first deer.
Even though my father didn't hunt himself, hunting gave us time together, all three of us, learning, and preparing for hunting. Dad passing along his own thoughts and opinions about hunting, and teaching us the value of ethics, respect, and responsibility about hunting, and maybe even just life in general. They are some fond memories I have to this day, and much of what my father taught us, shaped our lives in the past years after leaving home.