Well guys,My little girl asked me this morning Why do you hunt dad ?"(Kylie). And I thought for a second and said for food and the thrill of the chase.Then later on I realized there was much more to it. I thought about how it was a way that I could spend time with my dad as a kid,the freedom I feel in nature,the accomplishment of getting close to an animal,The adrenalin rush of drawing down on an animal,The feeling that my forefathers have done the same,the feeling of pride from a kill,the silence of the woods(no mechanical noise),the camaraderie of fellow hunters, and the shopping for gear.
So what is the reason you hunt? :campfire: :archer2:
because I have too. i'd be incomplete otherwise.
I love the calmness and serenity of the outdoors,the peacefulness it brings me and the wonderful memories spent with my father while bowhunting with him. He instilled the high ethics of our great sport and the respect for the animals we pursue. I will never forget what he did for me.
genetic profile.....and all that other stuff too,
It's that or watch Spongebob re-runs
To fulfill my predatory instincts and to provide meat for my family.
i was born with sharp teeth,opposing thumbs and a brain larger than most animals roaming the earth. i am meant to rule , take care of and manage the wildlife population roaming this earth. i will eat meat. ruddy
QuoteOriginally posted by Biggie Hoffman:
It's that or watch Spongebob re-runs
In the same vain:
Midlife crisis and it's cheaper then a corvette and less trouble then a mistress.
Because when I was little my Dad did it.
QuoteIt's that or watch Spongebob re-runs
That's a tough choice :dunno: I hunt because that's all i ever wanted to do since i can remember.
Because it's fun.
It is important to me to be a part of nature rather than apart from it. This is a old quote from someone in the Sierra Club or Issac Walton League -- sorry I can't remember where exactly.
Of course this statement would require a lot of explanation to a young person and many adults who don't hunt.
I love wildlife. In fact, I dedicated my working life to its conservation. Animals were put on this earth for Man's dominion, use and stewardship as per our God's Word in Genesis. Saving a place for wildlife, especially with all the habitat-destructing forces in today's world isn't free. Through hunting I help pay for the things animals must have to survive. Through hunting I help keep animals wild. Finally, I hunt because the activity is very wholesome, good for me, and passed down to me by my ancestors. I am "me" when I am hunting or thinking about hunting. I tried trophy hunting for a couple of years and found that by not taking a shot for two years (110 bow-range opportunities)I began not to enjoy hunting because there was no challenge or risk that I would muff a shot.
Because I get hungry.
It's not some game I play,
It's in my DNA,
It's what I do.
D. Fagan
When my bride's feeling grouchy and complains about my obsession, I remind her that I'm not staying out late and hanging out in bars, or that it keeps me off the streets and out of the pool halls.
Mostly.
Because it's fun to be looked down upon and ridiculed by those more 'enlightened' than me....
Actually, there's just something amazing about being in nature and close encounters with wild animals gets the blood pumping like not much anything else can. All that and they taste really good, too :) .
Jeremy
I enjoy the woods and nature, I like to eat deer and it is who I am. Life is simple: eat,sleep,hunt.
Mental Hygiene! :cool:
I think it is important to articulate our passion for hunting especially to kids. You guys have done a good job. I've always told my kids that some people hunt and some don't. I do. It's who I am. It just seems a bit more honest to take personal responsibility for the lives that sustain us.
I Hunt to stay close to the Earth and to practice basic Survival skills.
Why do I hunt... Well it started out as a way to get off the streets, away from bad drug. There is many more things that hunting has done for Me.. Plus the food, the rush of the hunt & the thrill of the Kill (Not meant to be taken the wrong way). But as I type this one thing that keeps poppen up is....
I hunt to Live and I Live to Hunt, It has become a part of My Heart & Soul... With out it I'm just a empty shell
The hunt;
Loaded question; as for me, the hunt means life itself; food for the body, fuel for the soul, the presence of God, attending his church,getting away from the present world and disappearing in my own,the challenge, learning from my mistakes, disappointment of a missed shot,the joy of a clean kill,being outsmarted,outsmarting the best,the lessons following a blood trail,sharing camp,the meals over an open fire,excitement of opening day,the exhaustion of the last day of season,the desires to become better,the breaking in of a new bow, the love of an old bow,the connection of our ancestors,being one with the surroundings,the enjoyment of life, the respect of death and I could go on and on but I hope you get what the hunt means to me..... :campfire:
Because it is hard and unpredictable with huge payoff when everything comes together. (Like the morning I had a big deer run a doe past my stand three different times with a smaller buck and two coyotes in tow, that was an incredible day. There were no shot opportunities.)
Some times the fish are not biting .And all of the above.
Cultural heritage, taking personal responsibility for the lives I eat when possible, paying the full karmic price for a meal, participation in the Wheel, and that other 10% that lives in the back of the brain and dates back to the dawn of our species. And if I do my part right, rabbit and jackrabbit meat that only cost me something like .05 cents a pound to produce, including the gas to get there.
In my opinion, in nature we find perspective of ourselves in this world. To watch a fox hunt for mice in the woods, to watch a hawk take a squirrel from a tree or a snake from a prairie, to listen to raccoons screaming and fighting, to hear great horned owls hooting from nearby trees; these are the "little reminders" of our own place in the world. You will not find a comparison in a video game, a sporting event, or a party. It is only in immersing one's self in nature that these things are observed.
The time alone in a blind or on a river is time spent focused on a quarry, on a life aside from our own. It is a time of self-examination when the prey is sparse. It is a time to watch songbirds, to detect the motion of a fluttering moth in a stray beam of sunlight that has penetrated the canopy above us. It is the splashing of spawning brook trout in the fall while still hunting deer along a coldwater stream.
Time in nature can be exhilarating in a way that urban life cannot match. Poor is the man who has never awakened in the middle of the night to the sound of coyotes yipping outside his tent. A national championship in any sport will never stand hair on the back of your neck as the primal fear when one hears the howl of a wolf or the bawl of a nearby bear cub. Nothing screams life like hearing the sound of heavy breathing outside your tent. Moose, bear, dog? Crazy human? You may never know, but you will never forget.
A billboard or scoreboard will never inspire or fire your imagination like a star-filled sky, away form the light pollution of the city. The sound of a paddle slipping in, against and out of the water, only to repeat itself time and again as the canoe glides quietly across a glacial landscape can only be experienced in person.
These experiences teach us about ecosystems, about the world we inhabit, about ourselves. Hunting and fishing takes us to a place we will only find in nature. Most urbanites and suburbanites have lost this perspective. For many of us, hunting and fishing have become the only link we have to this part of our biological inheritance.
I hunt to kill. But even so, success is not based on killing, but on the sum of the experience. The killing is the anticlimax of the preparation and the hunt. The ritual of preparation, the selection of gear, the practice, and the hunt culminate in a single moment when we kill, we miss, or the shot never quite presents itself. I hunt and fish to find my place in the world.
For all the magnificent art work in the world, for all the beautiful architecture, inspiring literature, the work of mankind pales in comparison to the natural beauty in the world around us. No painting has ever captured the song of the western meadowlark, the gobble of a turkey, or the scream of an injured rabbit. You will find this only in the solitude of a Nature.
This is why I hunt.
Bowslinger that is the best discription of how I feel when hunting. Truly a part of nature not just an observer.
I've never been able to understand why I do it. Its increadibly violent.. Think about it... We take a projectile, launch it at high speeds with leathal attatchments through the life factory of certain animals. Gut and skin the animals, peal and eat its flesh from its bones, and sometimes hang it's head on the wall or use it's skin to either wear or cary our possibles...
Even though I don't understand why I do it, I know the emotions and feelings I get from doing it. I often wonder my own self how something so violent can bring such good to folks the world over.
I don't do it to feed myself. It's way cheaper to buy chicken and pork chops at the store... But I sure love eating wild game.
I don't do it for the thrill... I'm scared of hights. If I want a rush I'll ride a roller coaster. But I do get a rush when I kill an animal..
I can't ever answer this question. I always tell people that ask me why I like it so much, "If you have to ask, you'll never understand." I never appologize for it and I'll never be ashamed of it.
I'll never quit doing it. It's not something I like to do. It's something I have to do...
Todd
Because I love it.