huntnma

my sister

Paul L Mohr

A buddy from work got me into archery and then helped me to deer hunt. I did some small game hunting with my dad and step dad when I was young though.

I got a few lessons from local pro shop when purchased my bow, then pretty much taught myself to shoot after that. With the help of the internet. I shot A LOT the first 3 or 4 years though which helped.

My dad taught me how to shoot a rifle, shotgun and handgun though. I have owned guns my whole life, was just never that interested in hunting until I was around 30.

Paul

Garminator

You forgot father-in-law.

uncle matt

Teddy Roosevelt really started me when we used to do African safaris. But then he reached a point where he physically couldn't do it anymore. So then I started going with an old guy in the neighborhood named Fred Bear.

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NBDeerHunter

my dad started taking me when I was around 6-7....along with my grandfather.

Red Hawk

Dad, grandpa and my mom before she hurt herself during a camping trip

TexasOaks

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livinfortherut

i voted uncle but it was a combination of him my father and my grandfather but if I had to hand it to one person it would be my uncle.

The Rifleman

My dad had a old 1955 Chevy - Bel Air that he used for a hunting car back in the 1960's. It was his first car that he bought after he got out of the Navy in 1956.

Back then, he drove it right into the State Game Lands.

I was with him before I was 5 years old.

He worked nights sometimes at the local Speer Carbon plant and couldn't always get the first week of deer season off.

Along with the fact that my grandfather worked for the B&O Railroad as a track foreman and couldn't always get off and my Uncle that was my dad's hunting buddy was probably still in college - going to be a school teacher.

So he dressed me up in some warm clothes and wrapped me in a blanket and took me along with him. I do not believe that we ever got anything or even saw anything because I probably talked too much and made too much noise.

10 years later I shot my first buck - by myself sitting not 30 yards from the stone pile where he took me when I was little. The proof came one day when we did not have any snow and I was telling one of my family members that I sat there when I was a little kid and they didn't believe me and I picked up a small rock and underneath it was 2 Reeses Peanut Butter Cup wrappers. I put them there about 10 years before that and they were made of some type of tin foil back then and they were still there.

I would give $1,000,000 for one more ride in that old 55' Chevy and one more day with my father as a little kid.

AmateurHunter44857

My friend first got me interested in shooting when i was 17-18. We became friends because we both were military junkies who loved to talk about guns and weapons of the various militaries around the world. He took me out and i fired his .22 and was hooked from then on. I eventually moved up to a 12 gauge and then his .222 which i absolutely love and told him i will buy when he wants to get rid of it. This deer season will be my first and he will be right along with me. My uncles and my dad hunt but none ever taught me and my dad never took the time to help me and get me interested (mom and dad are divorced) but now that i've gotten started kinda on my own with the help of a friend, i think he's realized its his responsibility to help me. He doesn't know this but i bought my guns and got interested in hunting because i was hoping it would be something we could do together, strenghten our relationship.