Why do you hunt?
06-28-2006, 10:41 PM
#4
Giant Nontypical
Join Date: Feb 2003
Location: PA
Posts: 9,085
RE: Why do you hunt?
ahhh the age old question. for me i just love being in the outdoors PERIOD. weather it be hunting..fishing..hiking etc i just love to be out there. i love the peace and calm atmospher in the outdoors and when hunting it really frees my mind. no worries about work..or bills..or college..or life period. ill shut off the cell phone and just wander around or sit there all day. i LOVE sunrises and being in the woods to watch/listen to mother nature wake up...and some of it goto bed. i love the thrill of hearing leaves cruch and twigs break. then the first look at what made the noise. then all the thoughts. target species? legal game? wheres my shot opprotunity going to be? then theres the thrill of waiting for the game to offer a good clean shot. then taking aim and trying to get the best possible shot. then the shot...what happened? was it a good hit? whered the animal go? then the deciding of weather to wait or take up the track or retrive the game that fell on the spot etc. i love the thrill of placing my hands on a game animal i was lucky and forunete enough to take. i love game meat and love stuff on the wall and shelf. weather it be a squirrel tail, a turkey fan and tail or a buck rack or mount. and i love pictures of wildlife. today while groundhog hunting i took pics of deer and turkeys. and love pics of game i took. the memories of the outdoors are priceless. i love it all. i also love being out there with other people. bonding and the commrodaty. today me and my buddy sat under some pine trees and just BSed all evening while waiting for groundhogs to show. and the teamwork of a well planned deer drive. calling in game or stalking it for a shot. man i love hunting! but its hard to put into words why and why i do it. im not a killer. im an animal population control specialist!
06-29-2006, 02:01 AM
#5
Dominant Buck
Join Date: Jan 2005
Location: Central Florida
Posts: 25,116
RE: Why do you hunt?
Many reasons sir.
1. The challenge.
2. To get away from the business of life.
3. Venison
4. Time with God
5. To enjoy nature with all it's birds, flowers and wonders.
6. The exercise.
7. To see the smile on my wife's face when I bring something home.
Very rare and that's why I keep trying.
1. The challenge.
2. To get away from the business of life.
3. Venison
4. Time with God
5. To enjoy nature with all it's birds, flowers and wonders.
6. The exercise.
7. To see the smile on my wife's face when I bring something home.
Very rare and that's why I keep trying.
06-29-2006, 06:23 AM
#7
Join Date: Jun 2006
Location: Odenville, AL.
Posts: 399
RE: Why do you hunt?
My self when i'm up that tree the brids talking and the squirrel's are making all that noise that thay make it's peace for me. And that felling I get in my chest when I see a deer it don't matter to me if it's a doe or a buck that felling is the same thats what I love,and thats not even the same felling I get when I kill one thats a hole different felling that I can't decribe.
06-29-2006, 06:46 AM
#8
Nontypical Buck
Join Date: Aug 2005
Location: Almost Heaven. Boone Co. WV
Posts: 1,003
RE: Why do you hunt?
It seems like this topic comes up several times a year. I like reading everyone's thoughts. Here is what I think.................
The preparation through the summer in anticipation of that fist crisp day when the leaves start to show shades of orange and red.
The butterflies in my gut as the season approaches.
The drive to my "camp" where my brother, my dad and I all have met every fall for the past 20 years. The camp the we built, maintain and a place where I became best friends with my dad.
The old gate that keeps the road untraveled for most of the year and the big deep breath I take when I get out of my truck to unlock it. Peace? Therapy? Call it whatever you want, but it is a necessity in my life.
The camp sets behind some twentyyear old pines that we drove over when we laid the first block and drove the first nail. Those same pines hide the camp and there branches now allow us to hang our deer in them.
The creek of the old front door and the familiar smell as I enter. On the wall are our stories, our bets won and our bets lost. There shadows cast a texture to the living room floor and walls. They are like old friends that remind us of days past and days to come.
The hum of the old iron wood burner. The crackle and poping as the woodbegins to provide warmth to my heart and to the camp.
The conversation and stories that are shared. The catching up that is done inside the camp walls and the building of family friendships and love and respect.
The long restless night prior to opening day and awakeningto the old wind up clock and the smell of morning coffee.
The cool morning air and the sunrise that greets me and the woods. The shadows that play tricks on my eyes every year as the sun hits the trees and the branches.
The hunt is almost secondary and if an animal is taken.....it's a bonus. Hunting means so much more to me than just the size of the horns. Money and a 150 class buck will not compromise what I enjoy......
Just basic thought from a basic "hunter".....................
The preparation through the summer in anticipation of that fist crisp day when the leaves start to show shades of orange and red.
The butterflies in my gut as the season approaches.
The drive to my "camp" where my brother, my dad and I all have met every fall for the past 20 years. The camp the we built, maintain and a place where I became best friends with my dad.
The old gate that keeps the road untraveled for most of the year and the big deep breath I take when I get out of my truck to unlock it. Peace? Therapy? Call it whatever you want, but it is a necessity in my life.
The camp sets behind some twentyyear old pines that we drove over when we laid the first block and drove the first nail. Those same pines hide the camp and there branches now allow us to hang our deer in them.
The creek of the old front door and the familiar smell as I enter. On the wall are our stories, our bets won and our bets lost. There shadows cast a texture to the living room floor and walls. They are like old friends that remind us of days past and days to come.
The hum of the old iron wood burner. The crackle and poping as the woodbegins to provide warmth to my heart and to the camp.
The conversation and stories that are shared. The catching up that is done inside the camp walls and the building of family friendships and love and respect.
The long restless night prior to opening day and awakeningto the old wind up clock and the smell of morning coffee.
The cool morning air and the sunrise that greets me and the woods. The shadows that play tricks on my eyes every year as the sun hits the trees and the branches.
The hunt is almost secondary and if an animal is taken.....it's a bonus. Hunting means so much more to me than just the size of the horns. Money and a 150 class buck will not compromise what I enjoy......
Just basic thought from a basic "hunter".....................
