WHO WOULD EVER KNOW?

I grew up in a small agricultural town in the 1950’s and 1960’s. Located about 75 north of Los Angeles, the thought of going to the “Big City” so scarified all my buddies and me that we never even considered it. I had none of those big city temptations, and, thankfully, both my parents and paternal grandparents to help develop a moral compass that has stayed with me to this day.

My dad was a fireman, and mom stayed home to raise my brother and me. Dad quit deer hunting when I was about five years old after killing his 50th southern California mule deer buck. So I didn’t learn about hunting from either he or his dad; that was something I taught myself by trial and error, starting in high school.