Growing up in West Virginia our family hunts were for either squirrel or rabbit.  My father came from a large family with fourteen brothers and sisters.  He wasn’t into hunting like his brothers, however, when I turned six years old he always took me on the first hunt of the season, a squirrel hunt.  My father, his brothers and their friends usually around twenty of them would drag out the big Army cook tent and away we would go.  All of the men stayed up most of the night drinking beer and playing cards.  We little guys just hung around the card table and listened and watched.  That was quite an experience.   Even though that wasn’t the way I wanted my children and grandchildren to learn about hunting it did get me into the woods and my uncles taught me many good hunting skills that I use today.  I believe if my relatives had lived in Alaska we would have done family moose hunts.  That is the way my son-in-law, Sagen, was raised.  He loves moose hunting and is very skilled at hunting and calling them.