Editor’s Note: Happy Holidays! As we gather with family and reflect on the traditions that bring us closer, here’s a throwback to November 2017 by Frumentarius that speaks to the heart of connecting with your kids. Teaching them to hunt is about so much more than passing down a skill—it’s about grounding them in nature, fostering respect for conservation, and embracing a tradition as old as time. This season, it’s a reminder that the best gifts we can give are experiences that build bonds and create memories to last a lifetime.

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There is perhaps nothing as elemental in life as teaching your child to hunt. It is a sacred ritual that connects your offspring to the fundamental nature of life and death and, when done properly, instills in the young a respect for nature and for humanity’s role as a steward of the earth’s resources.

Let it be stated at the outset that your author is in no way an expert hunter, having only come to it as an adult. I am, however, as comfortable with firearms as it is possible to be, and in the last few years, have become a more knowledgeable hunter than I was when I started. Most importantly, I respect the power of a firearm and place the utmost importance on the safe handling of one when in the woods stalking game.

This is the first lesson one must impart to a young boy or girl who takes up hunting. They must learn to respect the weapon in their hands and how to safely use it while carrying it, loading it, and firing it.

You must next instill in your offspring a respect for the animals he will hunt. You must teach him proper shot placement to drop an animal humanely. You must teach them to approach a hunt as a conservationist doing his or her part to maintain the healthy population of whatever species you are hunting. Human hunters play an important role in the conservation of nature, and they must understand this role and embrace it.

Once those lessons have been learned, your child is ready to enter the woods as a responsible hunter. I have been taking mine into the woods for a couple of years now, getting them used to the principles of stalking, patience, and maintaining silence while awaiting the prey. This fall, it finally paid off for my youngest son, who killed his first deer.

We traveled roughly 15 miles north of our town to a friend’s wooded property to do our hunting. We had scouted a location the day before and settled upon a field ringed by different locations showing signs of deer. We found tracks, antler rubbings on trees, and flat spots where deer had laid down in the grass. We picked a location under a tree that gave us a good view of the field, a sufficient field of fire, and that provided a decent bit of concealment in which we could sit and wait.