Post by fowlmouthtaxidermy on Jan 20, 2010 10:40:22 GMT -6
i figured out real yong i was different from my brothers, it started around 5-6 years old. i am talking about that passion, don't get me wrong my brothers love hunting and fishing. but me i live it breeth it. we had a cabin in warsaw on the lake surounded by woods. we still have it . any way i would sleep with one eye open waiting for dad to get up to go fishing at like 5:00 in the morning, i remember being quiet every time not to wake enyone else. we would fish for hours. we did this for probably ten years every time just me and dad. he would also go in the woods and lean up against a tree with his 30/30, guess who was behind the tree. little old me, my mom and bro's would be snoring in the cabin and my dad and i where out in the silence of the woods. so that is the start of my passion,obsession,addiction,whatever you want to call it. my son, by choice is doing the same things taging along, puting in the effort, always wanting to go with... i am very lucky. 
