Since I was a kid, I dreamed of hunting. Some of those daydreams were local, some exotic, and some in the wrong century. That last one has been a tough nut to crack, but I've been able to do most of what I wanted the most.
The funny, distressing thing is few of those hunts ended up matching well with the fantasy. I've never been been stranded in a foreign country in a dream, never have vital equipment fail in a dream. The game is always plentiful, it never rains, there were no criminals, con-artists or corruption and best of all I could be plopped down anywhere in the world and know everything there was to know about the game and area. Everyone spoke English in those dreams too. All of it was either free or there was so much dream money that it didn't matter. All in all it's a great fantasy, and I enthusiastically recommend it to everyone.
The realities have been different. Right off the bat, for practically everything you're going to need a guide and outfitter ornyoure not doing it at all. If you live in a province with many species that you can hunt on your own that makes you more lucky than awesome. Even if you are awesome it's only in your own yard on somewhere between one and a dozen species. What do you do after that?
If you are going to do this stuff you have to realize that hunting isn't what we wish it was, it is way it is. Seldom does that hunt align with expectations, but you will see things that surprise you. Like for instance I never knew that there were whitetail in the south with hooves like sitatunga. I never knew that witchcraft could be part of buffalo hunting. I never knew how big a crocodile could get, or how a province could smell like dead fish, or a monsoon can hit so hard that you wonder if you can drown standing up. I never knew the excitement of an elephant deciding whether to kill someone, or the strange calm when a buffalo decided to go for it. I never knew what desolation was until I hunted in an arctic winter. I learned that some of the worst wrecks made the best stories, and that the nature of adventure is that you don't get the adventure you wanted. If you do, it's not an adventure.
Hunting on your own has lots to offer. Do it , enjoy it, treasure it. We all do. Do it until you get bored with it. Just know that you are missing out on other things that you haven't imagined, or imagined wrong. Don't miss out on the world because it doesn't play by your rules.
And sometimes the grapes are sour. Too sour for some.