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LAST EDITED ON Oct-20-04 AT 12:52PM (MST)[p]I have my own proposal this year, as Utah and most of the states are going into full swing with the fall hunts that bring all of us together again in our favorite pasttime......instead of just being a hunter, a taker of life, a gatherer of meat, try this one on for size-be an ambassador. Not only to yourself, but to friends, family and strangers. "Take the higher road", as it were. You'd be surprised how fulfilling it can be-a little wierd at first, but fulfilling in the last.
We all know actions speak much, much louder than words, so put those actions into work. It matters not one whit if your actions/words affect one or a dozen people, what matters is that you do it with calm reasoning. Humans will for all time and eternity disagree with each other, heck without arguments for the sake of arguments, what would be the worth of an opinion?? We will never sway the anti's, but perhaps we can change their stereotype of us. Perhaps when the stereotype is gone, true discussion can begin. Perhaps then we can eloquently describe our reasons for our passion. To merely say, "it's not about the killing" is not enough. How many of us can truly say it is about the killing, about the procurement of meat? I honestly can only attribute one of my many tags to that explanation-the rest are nothing but an excuse to escape. How's that for common ground with the rest of the outdoor enthusiasts?
It always does my heart good when I run into a father/son, father/daughter on the deer field. Just knowing that someone took the time to share the pasttime and the days afield with another person, young or old, is somehow comforting. Even more comforting is to be a witness to those same fathers teaching those same children how to walk quietly, to pause and try to listen to what the outdoors is telling them, to put into words the emotions and thoughts that being in the field each year blossom. That is something that cannot ever be taken away, those inner conversations, those exterior sensations, those shared moments, and it's what keeps us coming back year after year, even until all we can do is sit in camp and remember.
My own little steps to being an ambassador are very simple and I admit, some folks call them silly. I just try to greet everyone I see with a smile and a jovial 'hello' and remark on what a beautiful fall day it is. In this modern day where society wants to insulate itself, you'd be surprised what a simple smile and outright showing of contentment spurs. I get two reactions usually, a response back with no further discussion; the 'big ignore' to which I say, "well, enjoy your hike, I'm glad you had time to escape today like I did", or someone who actually pauses a moment because they are caught off-guard. Pleasantries are exchanged, and then it comes almost every time- "So, what are you hunting?". Here's where your opportunity to shine exists. You can simply answer and leave it at that, or you can expound on what you are really doing up there- hunting serenity. I guarantee that you'll be received by a jaw-drop. Then you can both part ways and be unable to avoid the true answers-that the person you just left smiling will probably share today's 'run-in with a hunter' with someone else, and my golly, just where could that go?!
I'll give my example from last winter here, and I fully expect all you MM'ers to respond with yours. It's something we should always be thinking about, and not just whining about, really LIVING; not just afield but in all walks.
Dad and I were cow hunting in what, during the same winter months, is a haven for snowshoers, walkers and XC skiers. You know the ones where every car has a bumper sticker about saving the spotted owl and the like. It was always with some tension that we'd gear up and pass behind the same gate as the other folks, because we had experienced some snide remarks in the past. This particular day, we tried our new ideas, and upon being approached by 3 snowshoeing women, noted that not only did they jump a bit upon seeing us, but the scowls were beginning immediately. We both hailed a cheery greeting and asked if they had seen the magnificent bull moose we passed lower on the trail. They were completely taken aback. Finally one of them asked the inevitable hunting question. When I answered, "cow elk" they asked how 'much longer' the hunt was going. I answered that, and one of them made the usual, "so we can't come up here safely until when??" Then I launched, calmly and cheerfully into an explanation of why they should feel free to still come enjoy the outdoors just as we were. One of them complained about a gut pile having been left in the trail, so I expounded on the legalities of leaving offal in a watershed, and said I would be happy to move it out of sight. Now I'm sure some of you may find this tactic demeaning, that we should just tell them to 'get used to it, we use the trail too'. But what I was REALLY doing was showing them that not only am I a hunter, but one that is ethical, knowledgable, and knows the law, and omigawd actually friendly. Quite different from the 'slob-hunter' stereotype, yes? And guess what, we caught them looking back at us with the most befuddled expressions, and heard their discussions about 'gee, I was really wrong about those guys' all the way back to the trailhead.
Same area, different tactic about a week later. Dad and I actually got followed by a group who clear intent was to interfere with our stalk. They moved around and in front of us, yelling and whistling with no clear purpose to either. We finally ran into each other, and it was with some smugness that one of their group snidely sneered "gee, how's the killing today
". Answered that one with a deep philsophical bent on killing versus experiencing, and he didn't know what to say. Then I mentioned that his group was clearly harassing us and wanted to know why. He actually answered me, so then I told him that Dad and I would go back to trailhead, wait by their Volvo (that freaked him out...his car was the only one other than our truck, duh) and call the Sheriff so they all could receive a citation for harassing hunters. Oh, boy, did I get the jaw-drop on that one. Didn't know that was illegal! was the cry. Too bad, was the response, then I launched into the we-all-have-the-right-to-our-pasttimes thing. Well, we did as we promised and watched them freeze because they wouldn't come back to their car. Finally the deputy told them he had all night, he got paid to wait on them anyway. They came out and were cited. The snide little snot-nose actually apologized after. We saw the same group several times during the winter, and still said hello pleasantly and asked about their day. They never said a word, and we ended up having some pretty deep conversations about habitat preservation. How's that for wierd?
So there's my proposal and thoughts, sorry they are so long. You know us women, we have to use lots and lots of words! LOL
I look forward to hearing about your ideas for ambassadorship and your tactics. You know they read our boards, nows your first chance to make an impression.
Pred
We all know actions speak much, much louder than words, so put those actions into work. It matters not one whit if your actions/words affect one or a dozen people, what matters is that you do it with calm reasoning. Humans will for all time and eternity disagree with each other, heck without arguments for the sake of arguments, what would be the worth of an opinion?? We will never sway the anti's, but perhaps we can change their stereotype of us. Perhaps when the stereotype is gone, true discussion can begin. Perhaps then we can eloquently describe our reasons for our passion. To merely say, "it's not about the killing" is not enough. How many of us can truly say it is about the killing, about the procurement of meat? I honestly can only attribute one of my many tags to that explanation-the rest are nothing but an excuse to escape. How's that for common ground with the rest of the outdoor enthusiasts?
It always does my heart good when I run into a father/son, father/daughter on the deer field. Just knowing that someone took the time to share the pasttime and the days afield with another person, young or old, is somehow comforting. Even more comforting is to be a witness to those same fathers teaching those same children how to walk quietly, to pause and try to listen to what the outdoors is telling them, to put into words the emotions and thoughts that being in the field each year blossom. That is something that cannot ever be taken away, those inner conversations, those exterior sensations, those shared moments, and it's what keeps us coming back year after year, even until all we can do is sit in camp and remember.
My own little steps to being an ambassador are very simple and I admit, some folks call them silly. I just try to greet everyone I see with a smile and a jovial 'hello' and remark on what a beautiful fall day it is. In this modern day where society wants to insulate itself, you'd be surprised what a simple smile and outright showing of contentment spurs. I get two reactions usually, a response back with no further discussion; the 'big ignore' to which I say, "well, enjoy your hike, I'm glad you had time to escape today like I did", or someone who actually pauses a moment because they are caught off-guard. Pleasantries are exchanged, and then it comes almost every time- "So, what are you hunting?". Here's where your opportunity to shine exists. You can simply answer and leave it at that, or you can expound on what you are really doing up there- hunting serenity. I guarantee that you'll be received by a jaw-drop. Then you can both part ways and be unable to avoid the true answers-that the person you just left smiling will probably share today's 'run-in with a hunter' with someone else, and my golly, just where could that go?!
I'll give my example from last winter here, and I fully expect all you MM'ers to respond with yours. It's something we should always be thinking about, and not just whining about, really LIVING; not just afield but in all walks.
Dad and I were cow hunting in what, during the same winter months, is a haven for snowshoers, walkers and XC skiers. You know the ones where every car has a bumper sticker about saving the spotted owl and the like. It was always with some tension that we'd gear up and pass behind the same gate as the other folks, because we had experienced some snide remarks in the past. This particular day, we tried our new ideas, and upon being approached by 3 snowshoeing women, noted that not only did they jump a bit upon seeing us, but the scowls were beginning immediately. We both hailed a cheery greeting and asked if they had seen the magnificent bull moose we passed lower on the trail. They were completely taken aback. Finally one of them asked the inevitable hunting question. When I answered, "cow elk" they asked how 'much longer' the hunt was going. I answered that, and one of them made the usual, "so we can't come up here safely until when??" Then I launched, calmly and cheerfully into an explanation of why they should feel free to still come enjoy the outdoors just as we were. One of them complained about a gut pile having been left in the trail, so I expounded on the legalities of leaving offal in a watershed, and said I would be happy to move it out of sight. Now I'm sure some of you may find this tactic demeaning, that we should just tell them to 'get used to it, we use the trail too'. But what I was REALLY doing was showing them that not only am I a hunter, but one that is ethical, knowledgable, and knows the law, and omigawd actually friendly. Quite different from the 'slob-hunter' stereotype, yes? And guess what, we caught them looking back at us with the most befuddled expressions, and heard their discussions about 'gee, I was really wrong about those guys' all the way back to the trailhead.
Same area, different tactic about a week later. Dad and I actually got followed by a group who clear intent was to interfere with our stalk. They moved around and in front of us, yelling and whistling with no clear purpose to either. We finally ran into each other, and it was with some smugness that one of their group snidely sneered "gee, how's the killing today
". Answered that one with a deep philsophical bent on killing versus experiencing, and he didn't know what to say. Then I mentioned that his group was clearly harassing us and wanted to know why. He actually answered me, so then I told him that Dad and I would go back to trailhead, wait by their Volvo (that freaked him out...his car was the only one other than our truck, duh) and call the Sheriff so they all could receive a citation for harassing hunters. Oh, boy, did I get the jaw-drop on that one. Didn't know that was illegal! was the cry. Too bad, was the response, then I launched into the we-all-have-the-right-to-our-pasttimes thing. Well, we did as we promised and watched them freeze because they wouldn't come back to their car. Finally the deputy told them he had all night, he got paid to wait on them anyway. They came out and were cited. The snide little snot-nose actually apologized after. We saw the same group several times during the winter, and still said hello pleasantly and asked about their day. They never said a word, and we ended up having some pretty deep conversations about habitat preservation. How's that for wierd?
So there's my proposal and thoughts, sorry they are so long. You know us women, we have to use lots and lots of words! LOL
I look forward to hearing about your ideas for ambassadorship and your tactics. You know they read our boards, nows your first chance to make an impression.
Pred