Having grown up in an outdoorsy family and having come from several generations of hunters, it was only fitting that us three boys (my brothers and I) would wind up being hunters/outdoorsmen as well. It wasn’t long before we were skinnin squirrels, catching fish, and going on mini “hunting adventures” down to the creek behind our house with our BB guns. The three of us boys grew up in the woods with our dad and even the occasional hunt with our grandpa and I wouldn’t have it any other way. The life lessons we’ve learned, the memories we’ve made and the bond that we share as a family is unlike anything else.
Now that we’re all out of the house and have all started our own families, it’s been really neat to see my 6 nephews grow up before my very eyes. Not only that, but it’s also been great to see my brothers pass down their love for the outdoors to their boys, just as our dad has passed down to us. It’s hard to explain, but there’s something so pure and “spiritual like” about being an outdoorsman. The knowledge you obtain from both the land and the animals, is a knowledge that can’t be received anywhere else. As a young boy, we would get a hands on education on the circles and cycles of life and how the world works at it’s purest form, an education so extensive that not even a college graduate receives. Being an outdoorsman gives you a foundation of life that schools can’t offer. The respect we have for both land and animal is unmatched anywhere else and the knowledge we receive is priceless.
My wife and I don’t have any kids yet, but I promise you that when we do (boys or girls), they too will be receiving that same knowledge.