I did my very first hunting when I was in the 6th grade in South Carolina. I was there for a year while Dad was in Vietnam. I became friends with two brothers David and Mark. The three of us would spend hours and hours in the woods shooting critters with bbguns and my Diana .177 springer. Both brothers were accomplished hunters and actually depended on the meat they brought home. (very poor family). They showed me how to sit absolutely still under the Mulberry tree and wait for the Mocking Birds to come feed. Mocking Bird tasted pretty fine cooked up in the bacon grease coated iron skillet they borrowed from their Mom. Squirrel, Bull Frogs, Pigeon, Dove, Crow and Sparrow all found their way into that frying pan.
Neither boy wore Camo, but they sure kept themselves fed. I often think of those two. Unfortunately I waited too long to re-connect with them, as both have passed on to the great hunting grounds. I regret not finding them and thanking them.