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I feel lucky to have grown up on some property in a (what used to be) rural area. Once I got a pellet gun, I would walk the property line and forested areas and would get the random rabbit or would nail a raccoon that was trying to get into the animal feed or garbage. We had a big grain bin for chicken feed and mice would get into it. Talk about a challenging target with a BB gun!
I feel bad because I've met people who missed out on that and had to play catch-up as they became adults and developed an interest in the outdoors and hunting. When I was in college, a guy that I had several classes with always wanted to hear about scouting trips, fishing trips, or hunts. I asked if he had ever gone and he hadn't. So I took him along and you could tell he was into it. He's a total city slicker type from Seattle. He had the drive, just didn't know where to start.
I feel fortunate to have the ability to explore and learn to hunt and fish through years of trial and error, all from my back door.
I feel bad because I've met people who missed out on that and had to play catch-up as they became adults and developed an interest in the outdoors and hunting. When I was in college, a guy that I had several classes with always wanted to hear about scouting trips, fishing trips, or hunts. I asked if he had ever gone and he hadn't. So I took him along and you could tell he was into it. He's a total city slicker type from Seattle. He had the drive, just didn't know where to start.
I feel fortunate to have the ability to explore and learn to hunt and fish through years of trial and error, all from my back door.
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