This year will be my 55-th hunting season. Well 54-th if you start counting when I hit my first squirrel. My grandfather took me the first time squrirrel hunting with a .22 single shot. My father was too busy working but grandpa had time. I clearly remember thinking this was the most exciting thing on earth. Still do sometimes when I'm with my kids. Grandkids are just starting to walk so they have to wait a little longer.

How many seasons for you? Best memories?