Wednesday, February 8, 2017
For A New Generation, Are These The Good Old Days Of Deer Hunting?
I grew up in southern Maine in the 1960s. Nobody in my immediate family hunted. That said, my father grew up in Depression-era Arkansas and Oklahoma and hunted small game to help put food on the table. Later, with the exception of ports of call in foreign countries during WWll, he never again picked up a gun until I was 11 years old. I became interested in learning to shoot a gun, so after completing a hunter safety course at the Windham Rod and Gun Club, he started me with squirrels down back of the house in Gorham. This soon followed with deer hunting in the Kezar Falls area, 25 miles west of Portland.