Hi, my name is Jack Olson. I am 12 years old, but the first time that I remember hunting is when I was about 6 years old. My dad and I were turkey hunting, but didn’t have any luck that morning, until we were about to get out of our little tent. We saw this Hen that was like 2 feet away from us. As a 6 year old, I thought that it was the coolest thing in the world, but as we stepped out, a little branch snapped, and that is what gave us away. Little did I know that right then and there, my love for hunting would only increase.
As I got older, I got to hunt in several different places, but my favorite by far was the Boss Tent with my Grandpa and Dad. It is where I shot my first turkey, but I’ll save that for my blog.