[Seahawk]

I pretty much grew up outdoors. My father was an avid hunter and outdoors man: very old school in his respect for the hunt and the quarry.

It was a passion of his, both the hunt and the friendship of the men in his company during the days of the chase. I was there from a very early age.

Beyond bird hunting and my quest to rid my farm of ground hogs, I do not share his passion for hunting deer, elk or any other large animal. I never got it, never will. I understand it, have witnessed hunting at what I believe to be an apex of skill and respect, but I find no pleasure in it.

I know why good hunters do, however.

I do love the intensity of feeling that comes from observing game from mere feet away. I just don't like pulling the trigger.

Seems the passion skipped a generation...my son is his grandfathers image.