My dad and my great uncle both took my brother and I hunting when we were little kids. I owe this obsession to them. Thanks Pop and Uncle Lawrence.
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My parents bought me a single shot 410 when I was 10 and my older brother and I hunted rabbits for a few years. I got myself into deer hunting on my own. My buddy and I decided to try bowhunting in the mid 80s and bought a couple of pawn shop bows but we didn't have much luck. We both bought modern bows about 7 years ago and have been at it since.
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My dad, uncle and granddad as soon as I could walk. I always had a little recurve as a kid, which I shot anything that I could hit with. My uncle and a buddy of his got me into bowhunting for deer back in '83, and I killed my first deer with a bow in '85. Lucky enough to still hunt with dad and my uncle, and now have a little hunting buddy of my own. He will be 2 in September and I already take him out to the lease and farm as often as I can.
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Hunting, my dad. Although we only dove hunted growing up. Deer hunting? My older brother. He had friends that took him and he turned me on to it. Bowhunting? Clint @ Bellows Archery. Forgot more about bowhunting than I'll ever know. In their own way each has taught me a little something different. From my dad, I learned to have a good time and not take myself so serious. From my brother, have a passion for what you do. From Clint, K.I.S.S. He'd laugh and call me a stupid m--f--- for using a drop away rest and mech broadheads. Good men all.
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