I believe hunting means different things to different people. To some it’s a way to relax, a way to enjoy the outdoors. It’s the challenge, sport, and the camaraderie between friends. It can even be a break from work.
My grandpa had over 200 head of walker dogs when I was a kid. He never took a stand; he always drove the dogs and as a young child I remember riding in the front seat shooting deer with my POP gun. You remember……..the little plastic rifle with the orange cap on the end. When I was old enough to hunt with a real gun my grandma took me in the woods and taught me how to hunt. That’s right my grandma! She has killed more bucks than most men I know and I have the pictures to prove it. My favorite part wasn’t the hunt, it was the hanging out at the camp, playing with friends, making forts, and getting into trouble! I even have a picture of my mom 7 months pregnant with me holding an 8 point she had just killed. I think it’s safe to say hunting is in my blood
As I have gotten older, the way I hunt has changed. I haven’t hunted with dogs in years. I mainly bow hunt now. I learn new things about wildlife and the outdoors every year. There are new guns, bows, camo, and thousands of new hunting products every year. It seems like everything is always changing. The one thing that hasn’t changed is the fact that I still enjoy hanging out with friends and family around the campfire more than actually killing something. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVE to hunt but it can’t compare to fellowshipping with your buddies. We tell the same stories every year and hardly ever are they about something we killed. It’s about Mr. Pat busting his butt while trying to cook egg omelets and the omelet fling up as he is going down. It’s about bringing your son to the woods for the first time watching him shoot 1000 BB’s at every grasshopper, horsefly, and every other bug he can find. I care more about that and enjoying the woods than I do killing something. When I do kill something it’s a bonus.
Some people just don’t get it. They are more worried about killing something than enjoying everything else that goes along with hunting. I have a buddy that comes hunting with us sometimes and soon as the hunt is over he goes home. In three years I can count on one hand the amount of times he has stayed and hung out after the hunt. Me and Live Bait are heading to Missouri next week to do a little hunting at his aunts. This is a place that nobody but us hunts. We have some trail cam pics of small bucks. So we decided to start a management program. Our buddy I mentioned above was going with us but when he found out he could not shoot a small bucks or yearlings; he decided not to join us. This is the same guy that has a 145 inch deer on his wall. That shows the heart of a person…..more worried about killing baby deer than hanging out with FRIENDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
So again I ask…what does hunting mean to you?