The very first time I went "hunting" was with my grandpa when I was probably 5 years old. My grandpa had an old over grown orchard out back and he took me out there wood chuck hunting one day. He took his double barrel shot gun and let me carry his bolt action .22 caliber rifle. I got a shot at a wood chuck and was sure I hit it but it went down the hole so I'll never know but I have been hooked on hunting chucks ever since. That is a memory that I will never forget. Today I have his old bolt action .22 in my gun cabinet but when I was 17 or 18 years old I purchased a .222 for chuck hunting and love that little caliber.
When I was recovering from my hip surgery, probably about 4 or 5 weeks after, I was out on my quad with my .222 slung over my back looking for coyotes. I spotted one and was trying to get into a position to intercept him and was going up a hill and slipped in the snow and somehow flipped the quad over on top of me with the handle bars coming down, you guessed it, right on my recovering hip leaving a huge bruise. There I was laying in the snow, on my back on top of my .222 with the quad on top of me. I am sure I looked like an idiot as I floundered to get out from under the quad.
Anyhow, I never got a shot at the coyote. I still had the bruise when I had my next doctor appointment but he didn't ask me about it,
however, I did have to explain it to my wife.
Stay active John, glad your getting out and about.