There's a extensive layout of woods around here and you borrow your dad's hunting rifle and you go out there. You just bring a thermos of coffee and a couple sandwiches. You feel so good out in the woods away from people and concerns. You get a large buck that evening! One shot to the heart and its down. You haul it all the way home and your dad cheers to see it! It claps you on the back and he tells you that your a good son. He has not said that in seven years. You choke up a little with joy. You start hunting on a regular basis. Supplying the family with fresh deer, duck, squirrel, and rabbit. You have almost paying your staying in meat.