Opening day drew closer, and my anxiety increased proportionally. Then, one evening, my dad called me into the living room. Dad was a successful mechanic and welder in our small agricultural town, but money still wasn’t always available for the extras, even if we kids weren’t aware of it. But Dad was also a dedicated hunter and a “charter” instructor of the state’s hunter safety program in 1953. Our family’s hunting tradition had been passed on to him by his father, just as he was about to pass it on to me.