I’m always grateful when my son Calvin harvests a good-size 8-point buck which is nearly every year. Well, he did it again a few days ago. Mary and I are often the beneficiaries—the venison is great!
He sure didn’t get his professional hunting skills from me. It is just in him. (Actually, when I have gone hunting with him, whether in Michigan or South Africa, there is a stark role reversal: he becomes the Dad and I become the son to be taught.)
Of one thing I am sure, just as you can’t take farming out of a farmer, you can’t take hunting out of a hunter.
