I grew up on a small farm in NJ. We had deer all over, my brother and I would watch them all year and My dad would only let us wack one for meat. My uncles came and were allowed one per family but we were hooked. I still have the model 94 that was given me as a gift for my 13th birthday. When I went in the Military I was stationed at Plattsburg NY and the guys in the dorm hunted deer throughout the season, same went for Minot ND, Mississippi and then I went to Germany where the guns got left behind for a few years. When I came back, I had a wife in tow and we landed in Louisiana. My wife gave me a black lab as a gift, a co worker told me his friend trained labs professionally. After meeting Robert and Linda Region and seeing their dogs work I was hooked. Robert took me on my very first duck hunt, he excused himself into the flooded timber and left me there by myself. I blew a duck call for the first time and two ducks circled and dropped in. I didn't even know what they were but I nailed both. Robert came a running and asked what I shot at. I pointed on the water and his lab picked both up. A pair of gadwalls. I've been hooked ever since. Now in Virginia and hunting at a camp in Cambridge , Maryland. I still hunt deer on my In laws 300 acres but it's only for the meat. I don't get the Fever shakes, the rush of seeing a big one. But have a few ducks circle overhead, react to the call, and seeing a good dog work gets me excited. I have a MLB Chuck Huff, I go places I couldn't before and my lab is my partner. It relieves stress, is rewarded with good friendship and I like meeting new folks. When not hunting ducks, I suffer from the count down till the next seasons opener.
Bill V