Hunted birds with my grandpa until I was 16. Nobody else in the family hunted, he wasn't able to tramp around much so mostly he would drive me around on the back roads on Saturday afternoons (no Sunday hunting) I shot the odd grouse on the road. At 16 you could hunt small game and birds on your own, Grandpa wasn't able to go anymore so I was on my own. Where I grew up (N.B.) at the time you couldn't hunt big game until you were 18. I hunted deer that year by myself and got a forkhorn whitetail on the last day of the season. Dragged it probably a mile to the car. Waited for a passerby to help me load and tie it to the roof of my 75 Chevy Nova. Went out to my girlfriends, her dad was a farmer. He showed me how to skin and cut it up, made fun of me for my gut job. At least I got some of the guts out....
45 years ago.