My First Deer Hunt
The year was 1956. I was 11 years old, and I got a Marlin 30-30 for a Christmas gift from my dad. I had grown up hunting with my older brothers and dad; I had killed plenty of rabbits and squirrels but had never shot a deer, and a deer hunt was what I wanted most that year. When Uncle Bobby and my older twin brothers offered to take me to West Texas on an end-of-the season hunt after Christmas, I was excited but nervous, and I counted the days with anticipation. Read more on My First Deer Hunt…

