When I was a child, my father, who used to fish quite a bit,subscribed to Field & Stream magazine, and of course there were also stories and photos of hunting as well. I read that magazine from cover to cover, over and over. My father never hunted, but I had an uncle who had 4 sons, and they all hunted deer and pheasants here in Pennsylvania. My uncle had a shoulder mount of a 3x3 Whitetail hanging on the wall at the top of the stairs, and I just used to stare at it whenever I visited, just thinking about how beautiful it looked, and someday I'd hunt them too. Well, after I got out of the service in 1970 I took a hunter safety course, bought a 2nd hand 30:06, and started hanging out at the local gun club. One of the old timers took me under his wing, and taught me everything I could take in. That fall, he invited me to hunt on his farm, and I shot a forked horn buck. I think it took me a week for my feet to finally come back down too the ground. Old Billy passed away the following spring, and his farm was sold to make way for a housing developement. I'll be forever in his debt.