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How did you take up hunting?

Jim Anderson

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Grew up craving hunting. Always bought magazines and read about it but nobody in my family was interested in it. Loved the idea of archery hunting.

At 32 years old and newly married we were driving through our new town and passed an archery shop. I went in out of curiosity. After I came out I was telling my wife about longbows, and how I’ve always wanted to do it.

She said “you should go in there and buy a bow and go hunting”.

That’s how I started hunting deer with a wooden longbow in San Diego. I don’t think I could have set myself more of a challenge, ha!
 

OntarioHunter

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My dad was a hunter and his dad before him. He had to juggle four boys and shift work so it was tough getting out together. Dad bought me a great hunting dog and pretty much let me run with it on my own from age 12 (which was not entirely legal). I have been hunting alone with dogs ever since.
 

manitou1

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At the age of seven, while visiting our grandfater at his lake cabin my dad took his dad's 20 ga single shot and me out back and I shot a squirrel. No license, no knowledge of seasons, lol.
I was hooked. I had a single shot Ithaca .22 lever action my dad had bought me and would shoot it on occasions also.
By the age of eight, I was hunting squirrels and rabbits on my own and got my two little brothers into hunting. Dad would find an old beater shotgun or .22 at a sale on occasion and bring it home for us to use. Duck hunted a couple times with dad and his buddies, and then I started taking lil. brothers duck hunting.
By the time I was ten, I decided I wanted to kill a deer, even though they were pretty rare in the early seventies. Missouri had a nine-day bucks only season. I remembered seeing deer tracks about three miles from the house where we used to pick blackberries and dad secured permission for me to hunt deer there.
I would have my mother run me down there and drop me off after school every day and I would walk in, climb a tree and sit on a limb until dark, then she would pick me up at dark. On the last day of the deer season, right before dark I was crying and asking God why he would not reward me for all the work I had put in. I had not seen a deer in the whole nine days. At last light a beautiful eight point basket-racked buck went walking to a creek crossing about two hundred yards away.
I had an open-sight model 94 30-30 and emptied all seven rounds at that deer! Hit him in the ear, the neck, the gut and the chest as he ran... but I got him. I ran over and gutted him (just like a squirrel, right?).
Mom pulled up at our preplanned pick up point at dark like she had done for nine day prior. Another hunter from across the road had heard all the shooting and had come to check things out. He helped drag the deer the three-hundred yards to the road.
That buck was big news back then. Hardly anybody had seen deer, much less, killed one.
I still have the rack somewhere.
Have been hunting hogs, deer, rabbit, squirrel, frogs, quail, partridge, pheasant, grouse, turkey, whitetail, mule deer, elk, and antelope since. In a couple of weeks I will go for my first bear.
It has been a great ride with many, many awesome sights and memories.
 

FoodIsMemories

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I was born 20 miles East of Oakland California. I cannot change that as much as I advocate for, and admire Montana and the GYE. I was one of maybe a dozen white kids in elementary, and one of 4 in middle school. Although I spent those years looking up to bad people and doing bad things, my Dad raised me in my mothers absence, taking me fishing; sometimes super early when I wasn’t prepared. In California all we would see is does, and can’t shoot them, but he’d let me shoot my Lil Sioux kids recurve at the rabbits and I’d have fun. Since I was single digits my dad taught me the proper vocab for firearm components on revolvers semi auto handguns, rifle musket and traditional archery.. the importance of safety and supervision. When I was 14 I got expelled from the second school (for a lock-back knife). BILLION Dodge paid for my family to move here including travel expense and first/last months rent, as he is masters certified in hella fields something like 1:12 in the nation with cert. My first day at school in MT, not only do these kids all have knives clipped on their pockets, they GOT RIFLES IN THE BACK WINDOW!? The Irony.. So my dad met a dude at work that told him he’d get us our first elk, and sure as the sun is hot, he did. I remember I was so cold from the blood and the wind and snow, the guy kept making me crawl into the elk thawing my 4 layers of sleeves only for the time they were inside the body cavity.. I think it was the same year, my dad got his first buck, and I quit hunting entirely.. it wasn’t until about 5 years ago, shortly after the birth of my oldest son, did I get back into it.. This will be only my 3rd year with a bow hunting license. I’m thankful to say that both of my kids were born here and I’m proud to say I will never leave. My kids know more now about harvesting their own food, building and breaking camps, fire, water and preservation than I would have ever learned if not for moving here. I got kind of emotional writing this, thank you for helping me to relive these memories. Thank you, Dad. God Bless Montana lol
 

Trap

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My grandpa was an avid hunter, my dad was always a hunter and I was just obsessed with it from a young age. Elementary school days me and my best friend would take our pellet guns out and squirrel hunt all the time. We skinned them and stretched and salted the hides ha ha. Weird kids. It’s just been a part of my life forever. At 55 I am kinda slowing down but still hunt something most months of the year. My son is now 19 and hunts and fishes just as much or more than I did at that age. Sometimes I wonder if it’s not just a genetic thing. My 2 daughters haven’t
got into hunting much ,however, but they were always barrel racing and doing horse stuff with there mom. It was so easy just to take my son along as he was the oldest and manic about hunting like his dad. I wish I would have been more intentional on introducing my girls to it. They just don’t have the same level of interest and are teenagers now. It’s just been a way of life and part of life forever for me.
 

brockel

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I grew up 30 miles in the middle of nowhere on a natural gas plant where my dad worked. My parents were not hunters Or even had a gun to their name. My mom would take me fishing just so I’d quit asking to go and she liked eating fish. I had to do everything though as she wouldn’t touch worms or fish

I spent every minute outside and playing down at the creek. We had a couple other families that lived out there that always hunted. I always like going over to their garage when they got home from hunting. Always watched hunting on Saturday morning when it would come on tv before I headed outside.

After lots of begging I got a BB gun for Christmas one year. Probably the only kid to toast the barrel on a BB gun. When I was 8 my grandpa gave me a browning 12 gauge. He did lots of trap shooting and a little bird hunting but that was it. I shot so many clay pigeons with that thing

By 11 years old my parents knew there was no convincing me otherwise so they took me in to hunters safety. One of my uncles took me my first year out and let me borrow his 30-30.

My second year my grandpa gave me a New England firearms 7mm-08 and I bought a Lee reloading kit and started taking our 4wheeler out hunting. I’m still not sure how at 13 years old I managed to drag deer and antelope but I did it. That winter I killed enough coyotes with that 7mm-08 to buy a New England firearm 223 and some traps.

I used that 7mm-08 and 223 for a couple year’s until I got a drivers license and could get a job on a local ranch. That’s when my rifle loonism really took off. I bought a savage 30-06 that year.

The following year I started buying the ershaw rebarreling kits for the savage. I had a 338-06,25-06, and a 22.250 barrel for it. It has been a downhill run since then.

My parents always supported my hunting addiction and I was lucky to grow up where I did as I don’t if I would be into it as much as I am if I had grew up in town. Mom use to make me only cook my deer and antelope on the bbq grill or on a hot plate in the garage because she wasn’t letting it in her house. I even had my own freezer I bought with my fur money for my hides and deer and antelope meat.

There are lots a people that wonder if I was adopted
 

mdcrossbow

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My dad only went deer hunting a couple times when I was small. I like listening to my great uncle Wally WW1 vet talk of his hunting trips as a kid. I ended up getting his red/black plade hunting jacked and paints. I grew into somewhat .
Dad bought me a 22mag over under 20 ga. Savage. I got really good with One Shot One Kill. In JHS my best friend and I went hunting rabbit with Phil's 12years oldest brother . We still hunt together. He shot his 3rd bird last week. Hard to imagine we're almost 70 and still enjoying hunting life
 

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