Growing up my father was a duck hunter who occasionally returned to his bird hunting roots. I was in a duck blind at a young age. I’m sure he put up with a lot of annoying crap in order to drag me along.

Obviously that exposure eventually became a big part of who I am, and what I do. For that, and many other things, I’m eternally grateful.
As I got older my grandfather exposed me to deer hunting. A few years later I started teaching myself to bowhunt with considerable help from friend and loyal reader CA-Chucky. Around that time The Old Man started going rifle deer hunting with me. I gutted his first deer or two, and we worked together on a few fantastic deer and elk hunts. Then he bought a bow… We were going to bowhunt in Montana for big elk. He practiced a great deal and at the moment of truth he made a lethal shot at 40 yards:

His first arrow ever was a bull pushing 340! I hope it’s not the best animal he ever kills, but right now it’s the one he has on the refrigerator! Congrats, happy Father’s Day, and thanks.