Over time my hunting focus has shifted some, but I love hunting anything.
As a small boy I loved to sit in the barn loft with my Dad, on the lookout for marauding groundhogs down in the vegetable garden. I used a Marlin .22 rested over a hay bale. I really looked foreward to those days.
A few years later it was rabbit hunting with my beagle named "Trouble". Every weekend and often in the afternoons after school throughout the season my dog and I could be found roaming for miles across the fields around our small town. I loved rabbit hunting.
Still later I got my first "bird dog", an English Springer Spaniel that I named "Bird-in-hand Ben". For over 20 years I raised a series of Springer Spaniels. They flushed many quail, pheasant, woodcock, and ruffed grouse for me. Two of them, that first one, "Ben", and later "November Rose", were also pretty darn good waterfowl retrievers. I loved hunting both upland game birds and waterfowl with those dogs.
Throughout all those years, I have always loved deer hunting. In my early years, in my home state, deer were scarce. Just seeing one was a special occasion, and would raise the hair on the back of my neck. Even now, with deer plentifull in many areas, the very sight of one still excites me. I hunt other large game, bear and hogs mostly, but the whitetail deer tops my list.
Whatever the quarry is, I'm always ready for the hunt.