My dad was a factory worker (John Deere), which left weekends for hunting and fishing. Worked out pretty well. And I was lucky enough to grow up in northern Iowa when we had so many pheasants that we had to shoot them to protect the farmers' crops. smile (In 1963, the year I graduated from high school, the Iowa pheasant harvest was just shy of 2 million birds. That was in a season about 3 weeks shorter than our current format.)

We didn't have bird dogs, but that came later.