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    My Grampa and my dad. No doubt about it. My Gramps LOVED to fish. He lived for it. Back in his day, deer hunting wasnt a big deal but "bird" hunting was. Quail or doves were his quarry. My dad started taking me into Sparkleberry but I honestly think I was too young to get much out of it. We started hunted some of the same swamps in JABs story when I was 14. Dog drives and staying in the Edisto Motel or the ones at Goodwill. I dont think my dad really started deer hunting until I was a teenager.

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    JAB you posted that story a few years ago I think.
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    I am an equal opportunity hater.

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    Quote Originally Posted by willk View Post
    JAB you posted that story a few years ago I think.
    Memory is the second thing to go...
    Ephesians 2 : 8-9



    Charles Barkley: Nobody doesn't like meat.

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    My father in about all of hunting. We still talk about everyday with something happening in the woods. Fishing, not really anymore. I bought a bigger boat so he couldn't tell me what to do, "Son, I rigged your lines as a kid, now it's your turn".

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    My father started me out at age 5 with a bb gun. I can remember crying b/c he wanted me to shoot it and I was scared it would hurt me. He said to me something along the lines of "SON, you are going to shoot this gun!!" After I pulled the trigger the first time, I never looked back. I was shooting every bird in sight. He started taking me deer and dove hunting when I was around 6 or 7 but we never duck hunted. I am still a duck newbie in comparison to some of you guys and all I have learned has been through trial and error.
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    I have 2 mentors, my grandfather introduced me to duck hunting. I never really got that into it until I moved to SC, where I met my best friend and he drug me along with him and now I am hooked for life!

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    There are a few of us one here that grew up with strong minded fathers. I know JAB is one, and a couple friends and cousins on here. I know mine has had some what a sense of peace that hit him about hunting. He's always been about youths and hunting, but he doesn't have that fire set in with the need of killing. I mean he'll still get worked up, but it's of a different sort. It normally only happens when there is a lack of respect shown.

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    Heck I learned how to shoot so I could kill the critter faster than he could, he's still damn good. I think grandkids calm old men down.

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