Hunting

This is a picture of the field we hunted in before the houses were built.

We went hunting every year. We hunted deer, pheasants and rabbits. Dad would make use of me and Mike by having us walk through the brush to push the animals out of cover so that he would have a good shot. Mike and I walked the brush until we got old enough to carry guns and then we made Brian and Matt go through the brush for us.

Sometimes we would go pheasant hunting on the road between Farmington and Kaysville. It just so happens that we walked through the fields where my house now sits. Now, when the topic of hunting comes up with people in my neighborhood, I always like to tell them that Dad and I used to hunt right here where our houses are.

On some of these trips, Dad would let us drive his old green truck. I remember the first time I got to drive. The truck was a standard transmission, so I was suppose to shift. However, I drove the truck in the same gear until we came to a stop sign. I pushed on the brake and the truck died because I didn’t push in the clutch. I didn't realize how kind Dad was being at the time when he told me I did a good job.
--David