just_a_hunter
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Introduction
Like many on this site, I can't perk a pot of coffee without the aroma bringing me back or taking me to the last or the next hunting adventure. It is true. The fumes produced by hot water trickling through finely ground Colombian, and the memories those fumes produce, feed the hunger of my soul. My name is Todd, and I am a hunter.
I don't hunt for big racks although I'm not going to lie and say I don't love to hunt animals with big racks. I don't hunt to kill things but I'm not going to say the predator in me doesn't enjoy being a predator. I don't hunt to feed my family but I can't say my family doesn't love and depend on the meat. The only reason I do it is because it's what I do.
I am an over weight, out of shape, not the greatest shot in the world, I don't have top of the line equipment, I buy used when I can, I've blown more stalks on animals then any one person deserves to stalk, I've never been the Best Man in a wedding but have been in the line in lots, 98.3% of the girls I've asked on dates said ?No! with a capital N and an exclamation mark, I've never killed what would be considered a monster (yet), type of hunter.
I hunt with my dog. Like me, he is fat and out of shape. He also has a mild case of IBS and a little more severe case of K-9 epilepsy. But he is good company and I'm pretty sure he'd let a bear eat him first, but that's up for a little bit of debate. So if you're on top of a beautiful mountain and your hunt is interrupted by an intrusive big guy hacking, snorting, snotting and coughing with his dog that might be having a seizure, we are just fine. Just catching our breath.
And we would love for you to join us on our 2011 adventures.
Todd
Like many on this site, I can't perk a pot of coffee without the aroma bringing me back or taking me to the last or the next hunting adventure. It is true. The fumes produced by hot water trickling through finely ground Colombian, and the memories those fumes produce, feed the hunger of my soul. My name is Todd, and I am a hunter.
I don't hunt for big racks although I'm not going to lie and say I don't love to hunt animals with big racks. I don't hunt to kill things but I'm not going to say the predator in me doesn't enjoy being a predator. I don't hunt to feed my family but I can't say my family doesn't love and depend on the meat. The only reason I do it is because it's what I do.
I am an over weight, out of shape, not the greatest shot in the world, I don't have top of the line equipment, I buy used when I can, I've blown more stalks on animals then any one person deserves to stalk, I've never been the Best Man in a wedding but have been in the line in lots, 98.3% of the girls I've asked on dates said ?No! with a capital N and an exclamation mark, I've never killed what would be considered a monster (yet), type of hunter.
I hunt with my dog. Like me, he is fat and out of shape. He also has a mild case of IBS and a little more severe case of K-9 epilepsy. But he is good company and I'm pretty sure he'd let a bear eat him first, but that's up for a little bit of debate. So if you're on top of a beautiful mountain and your hunt is interrupted by an intrusive big guy hacking, snorting, snotting and coughing with his dog that might be having a seizure, we are just fine. Just catching our breath.
And we would love for you to join us on our 2011 adventures.
Todd