I believe I was 12 when I first went hunting. Dad never hunted, never been the outdoorsy type. I started hunting with cousins and uncles. I'm glad they hunted b/c I don't know what I'd do with my spare time otherwise.
The first time I held my own license I was 9, but I had been going with dad at 5 or 6. I am 48 now and have held at least a deer license every year sense. Wish I could say that I got to shoot something every year but I learned or taught something with each experience.
Let me start by telling you the story of two Johns.
John number one went on a day hike with a couple of friends in the Cascade Mountains about an hour from Seattle. He somehow got separated from his buddies and became lost. John was dressed in casual cloths for a warm weather day hike and had nothing but a lunch with him. He spent three days in those mountains and luckily made it out to tell the story.
John number two, a friend of John number one, was much better prepared when...