This thread is awesome. My hunting buddy and I have made it a goal to shoot a deer during rifle season with plaid shirts on just to pay homage to the bad asses that came before us.
All of you with a long line of hunters in your family make me a little jealous. I bumbled my way into hunting in my mid-30s but most days it still feels like I am a beginner.
I had an uncle-in-law that hunted some in Idaho. His mustache would have blended in to the crowd above, but I never went out with him. He did provide two days of great teenage memories though. When I was about 14 he let me borrow his 22-250, three boxes of ammo and his quad to go to the back of their small ranch and hunt a hillside of ground squirrels. I had a smile on my face the whole time.
When I had turned 16 he also let me take a mid 90’s Corvette that he had taken in trade at his RV dealership on a drive to my friends’ houses. Both days were about as much fun as a teenager can have without a girl present.