My Dad took me deer hunting one time. I haven't a clue as to how much he hunted in his life. But let me tell ya what! He was about 60 on that hunt, and I bagged a really nice mulie 3 point about 45 minutes before dark. He gutted that thing like he did it every day, and told me a "fable" about dew claws and the antelope and the deer. He was 45 when I was born, and died when I was pretty young. I regret not having the opportunity to know him better.
Anyway, several of us hunt, and my son, even tho a city boy, has a natural ability to hunt that i envy greatly. Maybe he got that from his Grampaw.
