The First
NOT RYONE IS fortunate enough to have been introduced d to hunting by y family members. My father was a phys cian in a working-class neighbourhood in New York City, whe e ‘wildlife’ meant street pigeons and a few squirrels. Hun ng was not partt of my early upbringing, and moreover, my father had no o st in it nor knowledge about it. While he didn’t discourag my desire to hunt, neither did he do anything to encourage it.
I had a very steep learning curve gleaning what I could from books and magazines and by the simple process of trial-and-error
When I was 13, he bought a property in a rural district. Among the items left behind by the former owners was a 20-gauge shotgun which I promptly
