My story has a pretty similar timeline to yours, keith. I think I learned to 'hunt' with a BB gun when I was in lower grade school. A buddy's dad told us to bring home any green frogs we got for him to eat. It just clicked where I knew I had to make clean one shot kills and pass up other shots. I wasn't supposed to touch kitchen stuff, but by about six, my mom let me choose any knife I wanted to scale and clean buckets of fish because I felt like it. There have been seasons where I haven't done as much hunting as I would've liked, mostly supporting kids when they were in things like fall sports, but some how or another, I think it's in my DNA too.