I was born a "Yooper", which is a term used to refer to anyone born in God's Country; Michigan's "U.P."! Along with nearly all of my peers, I was introduced to firearms and hunting at a young age. Most got their first gun (a.22 rifle) at about 10 years old, but had been plinking with dad since about six. Until age 18 my life consisted of hunting, fishing, trapping, and tracking. All of these activities were 12 months a year affairs.
After high school, with Nam being the next stop for my friends and myself, college waited until after discharge, when we grabbed the GI Bill. My career selection was almost a natural progression. I became a government employee, and firearms remained both a hobby and a job tool.
Retirement found me in Phoenix, vowing never to shovel snow again! The truth be known; too often I miss the white fluff, and fall hunts.