While his tutelage never stuck, he might be surprised to learn that I still grew up to be a hunter.Īll I need is a drawstring shoulder bag carrying my keys, wallet, cell phone, and a douching bulb for emergency visits to the nearest bathroom. This was a necessity for a young boy in the South.
When I was little, my father would drag my sister and me out in the cold morning in camouflage outfits and orange hats to sit with him in a deer stand and practice shooting his gun.
