An excerpt from my book, those were the days, my friend.
I can’t remember when I didn’t go hunting. At first, I would go with dad or grandpa and didn’t carry a gun. My first gun was a BB gun when I was probably seven or eight. I would take it hunting, but I was harmless to all the rabbits, can’t kill much besides a sparrow with a gun of that caliber.
Next came a .22, and I was allowed to go hunting by myself, which I often did after school during rabbit hunting season. I still couldn’t get many rabbits with a 22. The only way was to find one sitting and get him before he moved. It worked better with groundhogs and chipmunks.
There was no talk of gun control in those days. It was always assumed everyone had a gun, kind of like a right arm. Our guns were in the kitchen corner and the ammunition was in the kitchen drawer right next to the fireworks.
Our parents and grandparents reminded us at least weekly to stay away from those guns; to touch a gun without permission meant a severe punishment by not only my parents but grandparents as well. In those days we had too much respect for our elders to disobey what they said. For the most part, we obeyed.
His travels have taken him to most of the United States, as well as Australia, Belize, Egypt and the Canary Islands.
He has studied the Mayan culture of Central America as well as the aborigines of Australia. Photography has given him the opportunity to observe life in various parts of the world.
He has published several books about his adventures.
For more information, please consult his website,www.journeysthrulife.com.
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