Thread: How did you get interested in hunting?

Dad really wasn't a hunter but he was a farmer, and like most cockys he had a .22 and shotgun. One night he took me out to a pond as a wee kid (6-7 years old), we stayed out until after dark (!) and got one duck. What an adventure! I think that's what got me hooked. Dad would shoot the odd possum on the driveway, which was always exciting. In my early teens I read everything I could get my hands on, all I wanted was a rifle and head into Fiordland, Greenstone and all teh other areas the cullers would write about.