My parents did not like guns. I was able to get a pellet pistol when I was about 12, from a kid on my street for $2. The gun was so old it would not fire pellets anymore (too weak) - but it would fire pincherry seeds. With some careful stalking, I was actually able to kill a bird or two with that gun, from the very tree when I got my ammo. :rotf:
I finally talked my parents into letting me get a decent pellet rifle when I was about 14, with my paper-route earnings. I spend many, many hours afield in search of anything - especially "big" game like red quirrels and chipmunks. I started tagging along with a neighbor who as a few years older than me, and really got to love being out in the woods hunting. That neighbor gave me a single shot .22 when I as about 15. I owe him alot for his generosity, as it was a real jump-start to a wonderful obsession for me. Now, I can't imagine my life without hunting.
I'd say my favourite hunting is spring turkey - with my 20ga. flinter! :thumbsup: