When did the addiction start?

[bear buster]

What were some of your first memories, or the first memory that got you hooked on this addiction we call hunting?
For me it was the days of fallowing grandpa and dad down cutlines and roads as they pointed out all the things to look for, started around age 6 or so. But when I was 12 me and dad were walking opening day for moose we came into a small opening by a swamp and there he was feeding looking away at about 80 yards, dad pulled me by the coat and said he is yours, I was packing grandpas model 94 30-30, I raised the old gun and took a look at dad, he had his .308 ready and he smiled said take your time, I looked down the sights put it right behind the shoulder and boom, dad never did fire a shot, moose went into bush about 20-30 yards, and that was it for me. Have not slowed down since, now 30, and doing the same with my kids, in a few years maybe a repeat. Thanks dad, and grandpa.

[cavebear]

i do not no what got me hooked per say but i have always been drawn to the outdoors and the life style. My first buck was a little two point taken at about twenty feet. Still remember it like it was yesterday.

But thats the funny part i can remeber every animal i have ever harvested. I keep all my antlers, the other day a buddy tested me and every set he picked up i could tell him where and how it happened, ( i usually write the details on the skull or board when i get the dryed and or mounted:-D

[One Shot]

Started at the age of ten hunting with my father and his buddies. Started hunting small game at the time with friends and then big game at 14 or 15 on my own or with friends. My younguns more or less followed the same route. Now grand children have shown up and I am looking forward to passing this on again.:-D

[hunter1947]

Flushing out deer for the person that got me started into hunting.

I was only 10 years old at the time and when I think about it now it was a scary thing to do ,I would never do this now when I think about it :roll:.

[Lone Ranger]

Grew up on 10 acres, north of Mission in Steelhead. Pretty much day one for me. LR

[Steeleco]

Aug 20th 2000. After 10 or so years of "the odd weekend here or there" I was taken by a family member to Trimble lake for early season moose.
I learned more in that week then all the self taught stuff previous.

It's more than an addiction now. I've got some catching up to do LOL

[835]

I never stood a chance, My father took me hunting when i was a toddeler. There has been no start to my addiction. But what keeps me going is the learning. You can not stop learning how to hunt or fish. There is always another new way or new critter or a new place. This is what fuels my addiction.

[MichelD]

1955



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[Bow Walker]

Tagging along with my Dad and his buds when I was 7.....waaay too long ago! 1954 or '55 I believe. That's the second thing to go - memory. I can't remember what the first thing to go is.

[jessbennett]

always been around it.... from less than a year old up...... my dad and grandfathers took me fishing and hunting. one of my grandfathers had a trapline, and we'd go hunting and fishing also. plus i has a good packer for when he got something in the traps...... or we'd go to the beaverpond, catch some panfry rainbows, then hed let me loose with the 10/22 and no squirell was safe....... lol. still have the ruger to this day. i love that gun... and miss those days with the old fart too.:cry:

Dad and i hunt and fish alot together still. its family tradition. and always will be....some of my best memories are of he and i hunting and fishing.its not the harvesting of animals that got me hooked, its the time we spend together doing what we love. and will be passed on and on....... my girls love hunting and the little one on the way im sure will too...

[jessbennett]

Tagging along with my Dad and his buds when I was 7.....waaay too long ago! 1954 or '55 I believe. That's the second thing to go - memory. I can't remember what the first thing to go is.

viagra will help you to remember the first thing that goes.......... :lol:

[Brian011]

My dad would always take me out from when i was really young. I was with him when he shot a deer when i was about 3 i think, apparently i just cried the whole time, i dont really remember but i must have been hooked cause the next couple years i would get upset if he went without me. I started shooting grouse when i was 7 and my dad would hold up the barrel and i would aim and shoot.
I didnt get my first dear till i was 14, mostly because of missed opportunities, but from when i was 3 years old till then i was with my dad when he shot numerous bucks and i always loved being part of it.

[BiG Boar]

The year was 2008 it was a spring black bear hunt with dad an son from hbc. I hate the fact that I am addicted but have learned to accept it. 25 big game animals since that first bear hit the ground. Yes I have a serious case.

[whitetailsheds]

The year was 2008 it was a spring black bear hunt with dad an son from hbc. I hate the fact that I am addicted but have learned to accept it. 25 big game animals since that first bear hit the ground. Yes I have a serious case.

That's crazy Dave! Good on ya.....
Mine was chasing elk and moose in Cadomin. Dad and uncles took me out at 14, and never looked back. *******s never hunted sheep though.....damn....

[OutWest]

1955



http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/Hublocker/dadsdeer.jpg

Awesome picture man!

[OutWest]

My earliest memories would be going out with my dad and younger brother deer and grouse hunting. Dad would carry the .410 for me and a rifle for him on the quad and I followed behind on a little 50cc Honda. He let my brother and I take every shot at grouse until we limited out and was never too concerned about shooting a deer himself. When we'd get home all I wanted to do was get back out hunting. That feeling hasn't changed.

[gamehunter6o]

As a 10yr old, catching a herring off Devonport wharf then taking it home for mum to cook.:-D
It was then I realised I was a hunter gatherer.:idea:

[bsa30-06]

My earliest memories of being in the bush are camping with my family.My dad always took us camping for the month of august.It was during these trips my dad tought me and my brothers how to identify tracks,scat,animals habits etc.We spent the month of august camping,fishing,hiking these are some of the greatest memories i have of growing up.It was these times and his stories of hunting trips with his dad that really got me hooked.I tried for years to get someone to go with me and get there courses and license but nobody was interested or had an excuse not to go.Finally got fed up went by myself and since then theres been no turning back,but it was those camping trips that really got me hooked on being in the bush.When i look back i realize know that those trips were my dads way of teaching us ethics.I got alot of my beliefs from him which i now pass onto my kids and with any luck they will someday find themselves saying things like `you always leave a campsite cleaner then when you found it` to there kids.Thanks dad. RIP

[vanislehunter1]

I liked hunting somewhat from when I was only five or so, but it was mostly just driving around and shooting grouse or the odd deer we'd see. It really never hit me until two years ago when I went moose hunting for the first time. Ever since then I try to get out at LEAST once EVERY weekend. I really LOVE hunting, and there really is no way to express it passionately through words. I am planning on eventually living in the peace river area because that is where the best hunting is and I don't think my life would be complete without it!

[takla1]

My granddad got me started around 68-69.I grew up in south surrey and lived on a 500 acre b.c forestry site full of deer!.My grandad who fought in both world wars by the way,started taking me out early mornings and late evenings that fall..He helped me shoot my first 2 pt blacktail that first yr. with his trusty old 303 british.Been hooked ever since!!

[BCRiverBoater]

I would say about 5-6. When ever I got my first pellet gun and sling shot. Got to chase squirrels around on lots of different farms from 5 or 6 on.

[PointMan]

I'd like to say at birth, that it was genetic, but I have two brothers who never took to it. My dad took us all in the bush whenever he could, seems I got more out of it than the other two. Grew up in Newfoundland hunting moose, grouse, partridge, rabbit, duck and the odd black bear. I have my dad (and mom indirectly, because she supported it 110%) for everything I know about hunting, ethics and how to LIVE in the bush with not much more than a good knife, if need be. Too bad his knees are crap from logging, otherwise we'd still be hunting together now.

[Moose Guide]

The day I was concieved God said "this one will be a hunter", I can't remember not wanting to hunt!

[bear buster]

1955



http://i43.photobucket.com/albums/e369/Hublocker/dadsdeer.jpg
Really cool picture, I like the old hunting pics have alot of dad and grandpa from back in the day.

[Brian011]

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http://i988.photobucket.com/albums/af2/Brian_j_01/Brianspics018.jpg


This is probably around the time i started getting addicted to hunting

[jessbennett]

http://i988.photobucket.com/albums/af2/Brian_j_01/Brianspics025.jpg



http://i988.photobucket.com/albums/af2/Brian_j_01/Brianspics018.jpg


This is probably around the time i started getting addicted to hunting


that buck on the right in top pic is a cranker..... nice deer, awsome pictures....:mrgreen:

[buck nash]

For me it started when I was about 8 or 9. I was on the farm that my folks used to slave me out to and there was a hawk's nest in one of the trees we cut down for firewood. I begged my mom to let me keep one as a pet and she agreed on the condition that I could catch its natural prey without using my pellet gun. Of course when I came back with two rats and a sparrow in the first day she had to recant on her deal. I was choked 'cause I had some serious aspirations of falconry for that bird. Later that year I convinced my uncle to take me out coon hunting with his redbone hounds. Soon I was his regular partner cause when a coon got hung up on its way down, nobody could climb a tree like me. Then me and my cousins starting driving deer for my uncle and his buddy, and there was no turning back. I've always heard the call of the wild but that year was the year I answered.