Been hunting once. With an ex-boyfriend of my mom's, and his three kids, all younger. So me(14), my brother (9), the boyfriend's three kids (12, 8, 6) and a ton of guns. Vivid memories:

Beforehand, target practice with a pistol: I managed to have my thumb up too high and sheared the skin on the top of the knuckle right off when it ejected a roud. Nice bloody mess.

We stood around in a tree stand for hours. The older two kids went through trying to find and drive deer. Nothing happened.

We found a deer on the walk back. Well, we found half a deer actually. That was pretty gross. Suspected poachers on the boyfriend's father's property.

-brendan