My Dad wasn't a hunter at all. I could probably count on one hand the times him and I went to the woods together. He bought me an Excel single shot 410 when I was 10 or 12 and I hunted by myself. He did have a 22 semi-auto around in later years to shoot at dogs for chasing his cows. His Dad was a drinking man, and I don't know if he had any guns or not, they lived in Washington state. Mom's Dad gave me a Stevens Marksman 22 when I was a pup, and still had a bolt action 22 Stevens and a Hopkins and Allen 12 ga single shot falling block with a broke-off trigger. I developed a love for hunting and the outdoors on my own, and my oldest daughter loves to hunt too. My step-son lives and breathes hunting, but my youngest son doesn't care much for it. He's in the Army now, so no telling how he'll feel about guns and hunting when he gets out. As long as he comes home upright I'll be happy.
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