There are several places around the World that are special to me. There's that little brook near my granddad's farm where I learned how to swim, there's the trail up the back-side of Rock Mountain where I first saw a bobcat, there's that concealed corner of my roof where I can often times see into my Asian neighbor's bedroom and there's that vacant lot where my father taught me the gentle art of hunting.Now, I know what you're probably thinking; "Damn Nemmy has gone all sentimental and soft on us!" Well, I must admit to certain tender feelings and most precious of all is the joy of sub-urban big-game shooting. In a crazy world that can seem oh-so-topsy-turvey, there is nothing like the calming refuse to be found in stalking game from your own back steps.
A RICH AND NOBEL HISTORY
Not so long ago, this venerable sport was not a sport at all, but a way of life and means of sustenance. My what a long way we have come… or have we? Seems everywhere you turn these days there’s some ninny admonishing “Don’t do this! Don’t do that!” Well I have one question for you nervous Nellys: Up Yours!
In the series of articles to follow, I will instruct readers in the pursuit of this great sport. I will cover safety and strategy, lore and legend and in the end I hope to make the world a better place by making hunters out of one or many of you.
Good Shooting to all!
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