When I was a young boy my father decided to take me camping for the first time with his brothers who enjoyed hunting and camping...
My father thought this would be a great chance to camp in a tent in northern Michigan and bond with him while we learned about wildlife.
We enjoyed the first couple of days hiking and fishing and then my fathers brothers came who were planning to hunt with bows and arrows. Being only 10 I really didn't understand the idea of hunting with a bow.
One evening about dusk we were sitting by the fire when a pheasant flew directly over head immediately my father's brothers jumped up and shot arrows at the pheasant. All of the arrows missed but I learned a great lesson about gravity and how fast one can run when those arrows turned around and came back down at us.
It was quite funny to hear the group yell as everyone ran under a big pine tree as the arrows came down like RAIN.
Luckily no was hit but the large tent wasn't so lucky and we spent the rest of the evening patching the holes.
I did end up with a love for camping but have never considered hunting with a bow and arrow again.
