Good read, AT Hiker.
My first memory was a squirrel hunt with my dad at the age 5 with a Mossberg 410. We still hunting through the hardwood river bottom with me stepping exactly where he stepped to avoid snakes. (Now I understand the second person through is the one that usually gets bit.....thanks dad!) That day it was windy and it was kind of hard to find the squirrels in the trees, but we managed to walk up on several herds of deer feeding on acorns on the edge of sloughs. I killed my first squirrel that day and I was pumped. From that day on, I was not going to get left at home again when I could be in the woods! Threatening to leave me at home during any open season was enough to make me stay out of trouble and keep my grades up in school.