When I was 11 or so, I was going through pictures at my grandmother's, and found pictures of my uncle, grandfather and great-grandfather with deer, turkey, and so on with various game animals, and that was the point  that made me decide that I wanted to be a hunter.

       3 years later, I took my Pennsylvania Hunters/Trapper Safety Education Course with my cousin, Johnny at the Pitcarin Sportsman's Club in Monroeville. I passed the test, got my license, and went turkey hunting!

       My cousin had gone away on a field trip for the weekend with his class, so I was going to do the youth turkey hunt with just his dad, and he would do the calling for me while I sat and waited for a turkey to come in. It was raining and thundering bad that morning, but anyways, we still went out and luckily it stopped. When we got into the woods near my cousin's house in Plum, I sat down against a tree and his dad started calling the turkeys for me. We heard a tom down a ridge, and he wouldn't come in, so we moved to a different spot down that ridge and into a thick group of trees. He called again, and then about 5 minutes later, which seemed like an eternity, two toms strutted right in past me, and like my cousin's dad instructed, I waited for one to walk behind a tree to move so I would have my sights on him when he came out on the other side, and as soon as he came out, BAM! The turkey went down in a single shot with the 12 gauge shotgun. Then I became a real hunter.