Slooshark1
CGN frequent flyer
I can't stand people that leave a mess in the bush. Again, pack it in, pack it out (except for poop). I don't like people who hunt drunk, although I'm not opposed to having a beer at lunch time, but not six. I can't stand guys that talk too much about something they don't fully understand. You have one mouth and two ears so you should listen twice as much as you talk. I can't stand someone with a dull knife or no compass. And guys that are lazy in camp drive me up the wall. Also guys that never want to dog the bush and always want to sit and let someone else push a deer out to them. Guys that want to quit early really disappoint me too. I don't get to hunt as much as I used to and I sure don't like to quit early. I like to hunt from see until can't see.
I've met fellows in the bush that are considerate enough to whisper when they talk to you and having a good conversation with someone makes a hunt more enjoyable. I like it when you finish getting through to the line and your buddy, who's been sitting there all morning has a cold drink box with your name on it. I like it when people make the meat priority number 1 when the animal hits the ground. I like it when a guy takes the time to shoot his rifle enough to make sure it's on but also can wait for the shot instead of blazing two clips at an animal. I've done both and have felt the shame of the latter. A couple of years ago, Keijo, the oldest member of our hunt club at 70 years old had a cow with twin calves come out to him at about 75 yards. He shot each one between the eyes, 1 shot each. I will never forget that as long as I live. I guess safety would have to be something that I judge hunters on the most. I respect the fellow that never points his rifle at me for any reason and the guy that doesn't chamber a round if he's not the first in single file. My little brother doesn't hunt anymore and he was never anywhere near as enthusiastic about it as I was, but he never accidentally pointed his rifle at me when we hunted together.
I've met fellows in the bush that are considerate enough to whisper when they talk to you and having a good conversation with someone makes a hunt more enjoyable. I like it when you finish getting through to the line and your buddy, who's been sitting there all morning has a cold drink box with your name on it. I like it when people make the meat priority number 1 when the animal hits the ground. I like it when a guy takes the time to shoot his rifle enough to make sure it's on but also can wait for the shot instead of blazing two clips at an animal. I've done both and have felt the shame of the latter. A couple of years ago, Keijo, the oldest member of our hunt club at 70 years old had a cow with twin calves come out to him at about 75 yards. He shot each one between the eyes, 1 shot each. I will never forget that as long as I live. I guess safety would have to be something that I judge hunters on the most. I respect the fellow that never points his rifle at me for any reason and the guy that doesn't chamber a round if he's not the first in single file. My little brother doesn't hunt anymore and he was never anywhere near as enthusiastic about it as I was, but he never accidentally pointed his rifle at me when we hunted together.
