I Hunt.....

Because I like to, it is an inherent part of my physical and mental makeup.

Because it runs deep in my veins and soul, passed on to me through the generations of my forefathers.

Because I love the environ where wild game is found, which are invariably beautiful, and hidden from environs where crowds of people are found, which are invariably ugly.

Because in a world where most men seem to spend their lives doing things they hate, my hunting is at once an endless source of delight and an act of small rebellion in a world all too consumed with success.

Because deer, turkey, bear, and other game do not lie, cheat, cannot be bribed or bought, or impressed by power or wealth, but respond to quietness, patience, and being one with their environment.

Because I believe that men are going along this way for the last time, and I for one, do not want to waste the trip.

Because mercifully, there are no telephones hanging in trees, nor plug ins for laptops.

Because only in the woods can I find absolute solitude without loneliness.

Because somedays I just enjoy seeing the miracle of nature that GOD created, without firing a shot.

And finally, I hunt not because I regard hunting as being terribly important, but because I suspect that so many of the other concerns of men are equally unimportant, and not nearly so much fun!