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Very young. Probably 12-13.
My father and I would hunt in northern Michigan. At times dogs would get lost or chase deer and my father would go after them. He would ask me to drive the truck and listen for the dogs. He would chase the dogs on foot. It was nuts, but when you are 12 year old kid wanting to hang with the men, you step up and do it. By the time I was 15 I could drive on the road without a thought. Took my parents car many times at night without their knowledge.....
EDIT: for the record, the truck was a Ford F100, 3 on the tree.
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