When I was growing-up my best friends were Amish. My Dad worked in a Dairy in Cleveland and got one of the milk drivers to introduce him to someone for a place to hunt. So we ended-up becoming best of friends with one of the finest family's, among the best people a man could be honored to know in Middlefield, Ohio. Started out hunting, then we were out there 3-4 times a week and most weekends. We were all but family. I even spent a week or so each summer living with them until I started working. My Dad retired from the Dairy and moved out there and makes a living driving them around. They are serious, dedicated hunters, and travel all over the country hunting. My brother's father-in-law grew-up Amish, but did not join the church.