It all started when I was about 5 years old. I knew my dad was a hunter but had never actually gone with him. Mom had always said it was way too dangerous. Then one day it happened, my dad by some miracle took my brother and I out bird hunting with the dogs.. I was hooked, as just young boys we had fake guns that my dad had carved for us and I was focused on shooting anything that flew by, It was great... Mom found out and put down the law that dad was never going to take us again.. Well we moved to California dad hung up hunting and we just fished from that point. I still wanted to hunt, and with my dad. Then at 35 years old it all came together. After doing our hunter safety we bought our licences and we received an invite to join some other guys for the dove opener.... I cant speak for my dad but i was pumped. My first hunt ever and with my dad, could it get any better? we had a great time even though there weren't a lot of birds. I shot my limit but the best part was walking the treeline side by side with dad.... I will NEVER forget those moments... Thanks dad, and to Bobby for the invite. DEREK