I was 15 the first time I finally got to get out...
Grew up loving the outdoors, spending time in the woods whenever I could, but seemed like sports, school, and extra circulars kept me too busy. Long story shot... At 14, I shot my little sister in the ass with my BB gun, and Mom decided that I needed to go to hunter safety classes (taught by my uncle at the time) to learn about gun safety. Always wanted to hunt since I was old enough to stand, so finally at 15, with a hunter safety course complete, my Uncle took me out for my first gun hunt. I always joke about it now, saying if I woulda know how things worked out, I woulda shot my sister with the BB gun much, much sooner!!! lmao