My Dad was the one who instilled in me a love for the outdoors. As my brothers and I were growing up he introduced us to skiing (leather boots, cable bindings, wooden skis), he took us fishing in summer and winter, he took us camping, on long drives he made it a game to see who could spot the most wildlife, on hikes he helped us identify animal tracks, and he never missed a chance to point out the beauty in nature.
Although he hunted in his youth in Germany, he only joined me in hunts a very few times. Before he died just over a year ago he gave me his Ruger 30.06 but tried to discourage me from hunting. He didn't see the point in it anymore. I believe that even when he hunted he was more interested in just being out in the woods than in killing anything.
Although he got a kick out of me being a bit of a tomboy, he also thought that I should grow up and give up what he came to see as senseless pursuits. On one hand he told everyone he knew about his "flintenweib" daughter who enjoyed hunting, and on the other hand he felt it would be better for me to invest my time and energy more wisely (like cooking and cleaning...

). He sort of supported me, and yet he tried to discourage me. My parents have been like that about most things in my life though. Even now my mother keeps telling me that "guys don't really want a girl along shooting or hunting."
I took a Hunter Ed. & Survival course in grade 9 - loved it. Years later a boyfriend introduced me to hunting. After a few seasons I realized that I was learning more about how NOT to hunt from him and I broke it off.
Eventually I found myself in Ontario with no access to hunting and no one that would let a girl tag along.

It wasn't until I met my husband in 2000 that I had opportunities to take it up again. I started bowhunting with a PSE after taking some a few courses at the BowShop. Eventually I took the plunge and bought a Vixen and here we are!