Josh Flatten
UKC Forum Member
Registered: Jul 2004
Location: South Dakota
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I'm not that far off from being a kid (28), but I just can't understand the mentality of "kids these days". When I was younger (excluding 16 to 18 yrs old ) I lived and breathed hunting and fishing. The nights dad took me things were the way they ought to be, I was in heaven. The nights I didn't get to go, for whatever reason, it was like my world was crumbling apart right before my very eyes, I was devistated by definition. Even though I knew I'd get to go tomorrow night, it didn't matter. To this day, I still remember my first hound. I'd coonhunted since I can remember, 5 or 6 yrs old I suppose, but never TRULY had a dog of my own, MY DOG. One night, when I was 14, I was awakened by my bedroom light being flipped on, my dad walks into my room and places a 8wk old walker pup on my bed. Just like that, I had no idea, I guess he just decided I was ready. To this day, that ranks right up there as one of the best moments of my life. That dog made me a coonhunter before I even knew there was such a thing as a competition hunt.
I'm sure somewhere near you Joe, there has to be a young kid just like me, at least that's what I'm going to tell myself 
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