I suppose I’m just mystified by the notion that it’s a bad thing to get people into hunting. I know, more boots on less ground and all that but unless you were born wearing waders and carrying a shotgun somebody was kind enough to get you into hunting also. For most of us, myself included, that was my dad and extended family. I knew about duck hunting from as long as I can remember, and before I was allowed to come along I would “hunt” crows out of the crawl space hatch with my super soaker when Dad was hunting. I’m so very lucky, as is nearly everyone here, but not everyone out there had family to take them hunting. Everyone has a first time, and like many first times in life it’s always memorable—even if unspectacular My point is, on top of the pragmatic reasons why increased hunter numbers are a good thing, there is something a little unseemly about not passing on the kindness we all once received to be introduced to hunting. For many, the natural way is to pass it on to your kids. For others, it can be bringing a good friend or a youth, or even a family member who doesn’t hunt (or used to but hasn’t in a while). Yep, they might burn you on a spot—fact is someone was going to find it sooner or later anyway. But if they get hooked, they are a contributor to conservation and an advocate for the sport—both of which we desperately need.