What is it that Drives You in Going out to HUNT????
#1
Spike
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Join Date: Jan 2011
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What is it that Drives You in Going out to HUNT????
I believe that everyone has a passion for a distinct hobby in life.. For a lot of people it can be a specific sport.. They wake up every morning and practice hard, to pick up there game. Well my question is, what is it that drives you to just wake up and go HUNTING.????
#2
Just to BE there. To test the senses, watch the sunrise and sunset, marvel at the wonders of nature, feel the wind(and snow, this year) on ther face, the excitement of game-sighted, the comradery of deer camp, getting the gear in 'perfect' order, so many things that won't be possible once you're in 'the home.'
This year a fawn spent the better part of two hours within sight of me. I saw him interact with other deer he though were his mom, and lay down to ruminate and nap, just 15 yards from me. And while I filled the freezer with a nice buck it was anticlimactic to the simple experiences of hunting.
This year a fawn spent the better part of two hours within sight of me. I saw him interact with other deer he though were his mom, and lay down to ruminate and nap, just 15 yards from me. And while I filled the freezer with a nice buck it was anticlimactic to the simple experiences of hunting.
#3
Just to BE there. To test the senses, watch the sunrise and sunset, marvel at the wonders of nature, feel the wind(and snow, this year) on ther face, the excitement of game-sighted, the comradery of deer camp, getting the gear in 'perfect' order, so many things that won't be possible once you're in 'the home.'
This year a fawn spent the better part of two hours within sight of me. I saw him interact with other deer he though were his mom, and lay down to ruminate and nap, just 15 yards from me. And while I filled the freezer with a nice buck it was anticlimactic to the simple experiences of hunting.
This year a fawn spent the better part of two hours within sight of me. I saw him interact with other deer he though were his mom, and lay down to ruminate and nap, just 15 yards from me. And while I filled the freezer with a nice buck it was anticlimactic to the simple experiences of hunting.