Why do you hunt?
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Oh boy here we go, somebody trolling for some sapiness. I will get out the kleenex box and popcorn cause some of the folks on here need tampons I swear!!
I hunt cause I like to get my hands bloody, and it reminds me of where we all came from. I.E. cavemen who have always liked to get some blood on our hands and enjoy knocking a few heads every now and then.
Let's hear the sap start to flow with the arguments that I am wrong.
I hunt cause I like to get my hands bloody, and it reminds me of where we all came from. I.E. cavemen who have always liked to get some blood on our hands and enjoy knocking a few heads every now and then.
Let's hear the sap start to flow with the arguments that I am wrong.
I love spending time in the outdoors and truthfully, I don't make the time to just get out when I don't have a tag.
I love the challenge.
I love the meat.
Most of my big game hunts over the last few years have been just me and my old man and you just can't beat a week in the woods with the old man.
I also spend a lot of time reloading and shooting, so the hunt(harvest) is a culmination of all that work. I really enjoy getting to make a shot that I have practiced for and see the terminal performance of different bullets etc.
I hate getting up at 4:00AM to do anything however!!!!!!!!!!
I love the challenge.
I love the meat.
Most of my big game hunts over the last few years have been just me and my old man and you just can't beat a week in the woods with the old man.
I also spend a lot of time reloading and shooting, so the hunt(harvest) is a culmination of all that work. I really enjoy getting to make a shot that I have practiced for and see the terminal performance of different bullets etc.
I hate getting up at 4:00AM to do anything however!!!!!!!!!!
OK, I'll get a little sappy!
I hunt because my Dad introduced me to it when I was just a little tike.
It has always been a way to spend quality time with my family and continues to be. That is the main reason.
I also hunt because I love the meat. Nothing better than venison and elk steaks and burger IMHO.
I also enjoy the challenge and the satisfaction of the hunt itself and the roller coaster of emotions and the great memories my hunts have provided me with.
I am not so sure I actually "Enjoy" the killing part, to be honest. I have always been fine with it but there is always a little bit of sadness for me when taking the life of a living thing.
I try to have a reverence about it and am always very grateful for the opportunity and the nutrition that animal will provide to me and my family.
I know, sappy, but true for me anyway!
"The problem with quotes on Internet Forums is that it is often difficult to verify their authenticity." - Abraham Lincoln
I hunt because my Dad introduced me to it when I was just a little tike.
It has always been a way to spend quality time with my family and continues to be. That is the main reason.
I also hunt because I love the meat. Nothing better than venison and elk steaks and burger IMHO.
I also enjoy the challenge and the satisfaction of the hunt itself and the roller coaster of emotions and the great memories my hunts have provided me with.
I am not so sure I actually "Enjoy" the killing part, to be honest. I have always been fine with it but there is always a little bit of sadness for me when taking the life of a living thing.
I try to have a reverence about it and am always very grateful for the opportunity and the nutrition that animal will provide to me and my family.
I know, sappy, but true for me anyway!
"The problem with quotes on Internet Forums is that it is often difficult to verify their authenticity." - Abraham Lincoln
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Why do I hunt?
It started as camping trips and bunny rabbit killing. It has evolved into a passion of harvesting beautiful animals not only for the trophy horns but meat. Working all year, researching, practicing, tank after tank of fuel, all leads up to several moments of a trophy being in your cross hairs. When the trophy drops in your sights.....the rush of success is enough by itself. I DID IT..... That moment is why I hunt.
It started as camping trips and bunny rabbit killing. It has evolved into a passion of harvesting beautiful animals not only for the trophy horns but meat. Working all year, researching, practicing, tank after tank of fuel, all leads up to several moments of a trophy being in your cross hairs. When the trophy drops in your sights.....the rush of success is enough by itself. I DID IT..... That moment is why I hunt.
>Oh boy here we go, somebody
>trolling for some sapiness.
>I will get out the
>kleenex box and popcorn cause
>some of the folks on
>here need tampons I swear!!
>
>
>I hunt cause I like to
>get my hands bloody, and
>it reminds me of where
>we all came from.
>I.E. cavemen who have always
>liked to get some blood
>on our hands and enjoy
>knocking a few heads every
>now and then.
>
>Let's hear the sap start to
>flow with the arguments that
>I am wrong.
"Knocking a few heads" ..... holy sh*t bud. Are you trying to sound like an a$$ hole?
We all hunt because we understand that it's not just something we do, it's in our DNA. Like the wolf, lion, etc. we are born predators with brains that evolved from the nutrition that only red meat can provide. It strengthens our bonds with family and friends and reminds us that our lives are fed, literally, by the death of another.
With that, I'm out the door to go hunt.
>trolling for some sapiness.
>I will get out the
>kleenex box and popcorn cause
>some of the folks on
>here need tampons I swear!!
>
>
>I hunt cause I like to
>get my hands bloody, and
>it reminds me of where
>we all came from.
>I.E. cavemen who have always
>liked to get some blood
>on our hands and enjoy
>knocking a few heads every
>now and then.
>
>Let's hear the sap start to
>flow with the arguments that
>I am wrong.
"Knocking a few heads" ..... holy sh*t bud. Are you trying to sound like an a$$ hole?
We all hunt because we understand that it's not just something we do, it's in our DNA. Like the wolf, lion, etc. we are born predators with brains that evolved from the nutrition that only red meat can provide. It strengthens our bonds with family and friends and reminds us that our lives are fed, literally, by the death of another.
With that, I'm out the door to go hunt.
LAST EDITED ON Oct-11-13 AT 10:11AM (MST)[p]I tend to agree with some of the other posts... it is just part of who I am.
The first memory I have of hunting goes way back to when I was only about 3 years old. My dad and my two older brothers and I took to the hills to hunt grouse, and while I don't remember this part, I am sure the old man was scouting for deer for later in the season. He was (is) a very patient man to take three little kids with him, and I am sure not many deer were seen. I don't remember seeing/harvesting any grouse either. What I do remember is old man giving me a piggy-back ride (I am sure I tuckered out quick, and I remember falling down a couple times). I remember the ride on his back pretty well... he was wearing his same old shotgun vest--that he still wears almost 30 years later--with a bird pouch in the back. He had me stand up with my heels in the bird pouch so he didn't have to hold on to me so much, and the pouch tore a little bit. Mom mended the tear later, but every time I see the vest and the stitches and patch, I remember that day.
From that first memory, and countless others, the thrill of the outdoors was instilled in me. I love the anticipation and excitement that behind the next bush, around the next bend, or over the next ridge there might be an amazing animal that might become our quarry. I love the endless stories told by grandfathers, uncles, and the old man about the good old days of hunting. I can't wait to make more of those memories every year with the old man, and now with my own kids.
Nothing beats it. (Sappy enough for you?)
The first memory I have of hunting goes way back to when I was only about 3 years old. My dad and my two older brothers and I took to the hills to hunt grouse, and while I don't remember this part, I am sure the old man was scouting for deer for later in the season. He was (is) a very patient man to take three little kids with him, and I am sure not many deer were seen. I don't remember seeing/harvesting any grouse either. What I do remember is old man giving me a piggy-back ride (I am sure I tuckered out quick, and I remember falling down a couple times). I remember the ride on his back pretty well... he was wearing his same old shotgun vest--that he still wears almost 30 years later--with a bird pouch in the back. He had me stand up with my heels in the bird pouch so he didn't have to hold on to me so much, and the pouch tore a little bit. Mom mended the tear later, but every time I see the vest and the stitches and patch, I remember that day.
From that first memory, and countless others, the thrill of the outdoors was instilled in me. I love the anticipation and excitement that behind the next bush, around the next bend, or over the next ridge there might be an amazing animal that might become our quarry. I love the endless stories told by grandfathers, uncles, and the old man about the good old days of hunting. I can't wait to make more of those memories every year with the old man, and now with my own kids.
Nothing beats it. (Sappy enough for you?)
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LAST EDITED ON Oct-12-13 AT 00:33AM (MST)[p]This is one of the reasons I hunt. That 6 year old right with me when I harvested this little bull. He is now HOOKED. Now he wants to go on ALL my hunts and wants to eat meat from 'our' elk every day. This little bull with that little boy will always be one of my fondest hunting memories ever.
BTW, that little boy backpacked in 7 miles one way in one day and enjoyed every minute of it. Not one complaint in 5 days, and saw lots of elk. Proud pops? You bet! Even though he scared off some big ones loudly whispering "DAD, shoot it, shoot it!!" I was just happy to get anything with him before going home.
BTW, that little boy backpacked in 7 miles one way in one day and enjoyed every minute of it. Not one complaint in 5 days, and saw lots of elk. Proud pops? You bet! Even though he scared off some big ones loudly whispering "DAD, shoot it, shoot it!!" I was just happy to get anything with him before going home.
