A Bull for Dad

  BY JIM KIEDROWSKI   He got me hooked at a young age.  My brother and I were too young to hunt, but he got us involved every chance he had: scouting, tracking deer or sitting with him in a tree stand. We lived for that time in the woods with him. We anticipated every time he came back from the woods, hoping he had shot one we could go track. The anticipation was even greater when we waited for the first phone call after he came out of the mountains. We always hoped it was a successful call ...