I was raised in a hunting family. My Dad always hunted deer in the Fall. If the weather was warm he would take my baby brother and I along on Sunday during hunting season. We used to walk with him through the woods and then sit someplace quietly and watch. My Dad can walk through the woods silently..he was a soldier..small children learn to walk quietly..avoiding twigs that snap, following in his footprints. His stride was long..I really had to work at following exactly where he stepped.
There was no horsing around. When we got old enough my Dad taught us how to use a rifle safely. I shot at a deer once..I think I probably just scared it..I tracked it..it ran off..apparently alive and well. My deer stand was in a clearing at the fire, my uncles would come by and throw their sandwiches wrapped in aluminum foil into the fire to warm up and to sit a spell and tell me stories.
I used to hunt with Far Guy. His family
is nuts takes hunting very seriously. They go out even when it is 20 below zero at O dark thirty and sit you next to a tree until daylight..then you get to sit there all morning..quietly watching and waiting. No warm fire..and no warm sandwiches either.
We no longer hunt. Well that is not quite true..I like to hunt with my camera. We both hunted because we enjoyed being in the woods..now we live in the woods.
I have an old photo today of my cousins and my Aunt taken in 1959 or 1960. My Uncle George must have gotten a deer and he was home from the hunt:)