Post by jabba on Dec 30, 2012 7:02:24 GMT -5
I posted this on my Motorcycle forum and a deer hunting thread and though it might interest you guys too.
It's been a ROUGH season for me. I have passed on several, taken one, missed one, and that rarely happens, plus I hit one that SHOULD have been a bang-flop, and she ran off for at LEAST a 1/2 mile to eventually lose the blood trail. She was bleeding GOOD too. I just don't know what happened there. Only thing I can THINK of is I hit her a little far back... I guess that's why they call it hunting and not killing.
The hi-light of my season was seeing a MONSTER buck and going back a couple times to hunt him, and getting to see him a 2nd time. He was about 50 yards from me in the brush for 10 minutes. I never saw more than parts at any one time, and never had a shot. I KNEW I was going to get a shot though... and eventually... I never did. But that was an AWESOME morning. I actually got the predator tunnel vision that comes with those heart pounding adrenaline soaked moments when you're on the chase... I would not give that up by choice for anything. For those that have never felt that surge of adrenaline when you transform into the predator I am truly sorry. It's much like motorcycling. We all GET that. Hunting is much the same. If it's not IN you... then you won't understand WHY we do it. It's the hours of boredom punctuated with the moments of adrenaline pounding PREDATOR, coupled with the comradeship, and camp time with the rest of your tribemates that keep us coming back year after year.
I am disappointed that I am not in the woods this morning. The sun will be up in an hour... and I will wish I was there with them... in the cold. In the snow. In pursuit of my own food. The healthiest red meat available. Alas... I am in the warmth of my own house... safe and secure, and probably destined to eat some flesh that was raised to be killed in a factory somewhere, processed in unknown conditions, and delivered to me wrapped in petroleum product, on a slab of Styrofoam.
Or... maybe not. There is some venison in the freezer... I'll just get that out now, and for today, me and my family will eat healthy. We will eat how our ancestors did. and I will know where the flesh came from. I will know where it grew up, where and how it died, and who and how it was processed. And I will be thankful for the gift that the deer gave me.
Jabba
It's been a ROUGH season for me. I have passed on several, taken one, missed one, and that rarely happens, plus I hit one that SHOULD have been a bang-flop, and she ran off for at LEAST a 1/2 mile to eventually lose the blood trail. She was bleeding GOOD too. I just don't know what happened there. Only thing I can THINK of is I hit her a little far back... I guess that's why they call it hunting and not killing.
The hi-light of my season was seeing a MONSTER buck and going back a couple times to hunt him, and getting to see him a 2nd time. He was about 50 yards from me in the brush for 10 minutes. I never saw more than parts at any one time, and never had a shot. I KNEW I was going to get a shot though... and eventually... I never did. But that was an AWESOME morning. I actually got the predator tunnel vision that comes with those heart pounding adrenaline soaked moments when you're on the chase... I would not give that up by choice for anything. For those that have never felt that surge of adrenaline when you transform into the predator I am truly sorry. It's much like motorcycling. We all GET that. Hunting is much the same. If it's not IN you... then you won't understand WHY we do it. It's the hours of boredom punctuated with the moments of adrenaline pounding PREDATOR, coupled with the comradeship, and camp time with the rest of your tribemates that keep us coming back year after year.
I am disappointed that I am not in the woods this morning. The sun will be up in an hour... and I will wish I was there with them... in the cold. In the snow. In pursuit of my own food. The healthiest red meat available. Alas... I am in the warmth of my own house... safe and secure, and probably destined to eat some flesh that was raised to be killed in a factory somewhere, processed in unknown conditions, and delivered to me wrapped in petroleum product, on a slab of Styrofoam.
Or... maybe not. There is some venison in the freezer... I'll just get that out now, and for today, me and my family will eat healthy. We will eat how our ancestors did. and I will know where the flesh came from. I will know where it grew up, where and how it died, and who and how it was processed. And I will be thankful for the gift that the deer gave me.
Jabba
