No free koolaid for me. That's the "end of the deer hunting world" crowd what goes to the koolaid trough.
If I could remember what year I started hunting I'd tell ya, but tain't no reason to hide that fact that I'm older than dirt. It was in the 50's for sure when I whacked my first wabbit. I'd guess 1957 or 1958.
An "Alt fan." Not particularly, but I am a fan of human intelligence and those who have a quest for learning.
I have this odd thought that people who spend their lives in the field studying wildlife, and researching data from radio collars FLIR surveys and such, just might know more than the armchair guy who goes and sits in the woods 20 hours a year, versus 1,000 hours per year. Then spends 200 hours a year whining about how the real expets don;t know what they're doing......