I was blessed with two grandfathers who both hunted. One hunted quail mostly with my handicapped uncle and the other hunted waterfowl, both would fill in with squirrels and bunnies given the chance. Both were happy to take me when ever I could go. I was the only grandson for one and the only hunting grandson for the other. I doubt I went hunting over a hundred days with them and I wish it had been more. Caring and good to me they were but they were farmers who liked the land and respected game which they taught me was the entire point. If we had a good day and saw a lot of birds we would stop early just to give the birds a break as they would say. Limits were not the point and still are not for me or my kids. I learned their lessons well.