Has it lost it's appeal???

Watched a small doe and a fox while out today. Both could be seen through my scope at the same time. Neither seemed to know the other was there. Neither seemed to notice I was there. After continuing on I woke up a doe and two young ones from a nap. Just watched them for about 10 minutes from 15 yards. Didn't take my safety off all day, but it was a great walk in the woods.

The worst thing about hunting is that it makes me wish away summer. :)
A few days ago I was hunting a nice little bowl shaped gulley that many deer hunters ignore because all they see from the nearby road is the very thick sapling regrowth from a forest fire two years ago. With the leaves long gone and with snow on the ground, the critters left all kinds of footie prints, now exposing thier chosen path through this menagerie that were unknown to myself before.
The coyotes just in front (and later I found out, just behind me) 'showed me' the local deer bedding areas that he just flushed out of deer, just moments before I could witness the deed!

Fun times.......
 
I hear you.
I went out for goat this august for a weekend and haven't picked up a rifle other than to go to the range with the .22's since. I just cant be bothered to go hunting and I'm having a hard time justifying the cost of the licences, tags and fuel / time away from work when I just dont get the same level of satisfaction from it. Cant really say what it is but with 50 coming in the next few months maybe its male menopause or I'm becoming anti social.

I spend more time shooting the rimfire's now and get more good clean fun out of it , spend less time salmon fishing on the chuck burning fuel and more time with a 5 weight fly rod casting for cutty's in the creeks and slough's and hardly see another soul, just the way I like it.
Meh, maybe I'll go huntin next year.
 
I still love the hunt at 65, but when all the buddies are 60 plus, they don't have the energy anymore so it gets kinda lonesome doing it on your own. It was fine until they shut down the caribou tags up here, now there's no interest, even with the younger guys.
So, you gotta go somewhere, and I still have lots of Alberta buddies that haven't hung up the gear. Off for 2 weeks tomorrow and then maybe stateside for a bit.
With me, it's always been the chase, not the kill, that keeps me going. I could hunt moose for months, but when one goes down, the hard work begins, and then the hunting stops!
 
Hurt your hand didn't ya??? :D




Well, not that it is a good thing but it is interesting that some others are in a similar boat.

Haha. It is interesting....and suprising. Im 36 and still look foreward to hunting season from the day the last season ends. I hope this same thing doesn't happen to me as I get older.
 
Haha. It is interesting....and suprising. Im 36 and still look foreward to hunting season from the day the last season ends. I hope this same thing doesn't happen to me as I get older.

The love for it does not change but the drive do go hard at it morning, noon and night for sometimes days and weeks on end diminshes. The other day I got up early, was going to go sit on a marshy bay for some ducks. Ended up putting around the house until about 8:30 am instead before leaving. Got to the spot, it was loaded with birds. I threw on my waders, grabbed my gun, blind bag and a bag with 11 decoys and set out for the short walk along the shore to where the birds were sitting. Walked the birds out, set out my decoys and settled into some long grass and tag alders along the shore and sat down on a 5 gallon pail I carried along as a seat. Half an hour later birds started filtering back in. I never did get a shot that morning but just sitting there calling to them and watching life on the bay, sipping my hot chocolate and enjoying the peace and solitude away from everyone and everything was awesome. I packed it in after a few hours, changed my clothes, went to a farm I have permission to hunt and sat for the evening hidden in a round bale row awaiting a deer or a coytoe to maybe happen by. Less than 45 mins passed and a pair of last years fawns(yearling does) stepped out along a creek bottom I was watching not 80 yards from me. I only had a buck tag. I watched those two deer as well as 3 other does well out of range for me, feed until legal time was over then packed it in and went home. It was a wonderful day. Like I said, the love for it is there still and always will be, the manner in which I go about is changing and probably will continue to change as I age. I am already thinking an enclosed blind for next years deer season....that wind was damned cold Saturday afternoon! ;)
 
Getting up in the mornings seems to hurt more every year, but once I'm in the bush it's worth it, and my freezer ain't going to fill itself!:D
 
I'm only 2 years older!!!

Work and job sure seem to make the decisions for a guy at certain stages in life it seems!

No way !! You seem way older on the interweb ! :p Ya, Work does rule over hunting unfortunatly. Luckily I have nothing to do but hunt at the moment. :D But will have to start truckin grain before too long
 
You 2 guys are in your prime, must just be the doldrums for you. Add another 20 years like most of the rest of us on this thread and you'll start to understand the posts. Geeeeez, kids !!!! :slap: :)
 
That could be good and/or bad!!!

Can't even convince myself to get out this weekend and it will be the start of premium white tail time.I have excellent animals on camera, in a great spot and all I can think of is how to get everything done this weekend!

Sounds like a guy has priorities backwards to some but I dunno, however it does appear that others are doing the same.Lotto Max may change things! ;)



No way !! You seem way older on the interweb ! :p Ya, Work does rule over hunting unfortunatly. Luckily I have nothing to do but hunt at the moment. :D But will have to start truckin grain before too long
 
That could be good and/or bad!!!

Can't even convince myself to get out this weekend and it will be the start of premium white tail time.I have excellent animals on camera, in a great spot and all I can think of is how to get everything done this weekend!

Sounds like a guy has priorities backwards to some but I dunno, however it does appear that others are doing the same.Lotto Max may change things! ;)

Get up early, putter around, complete a few chores then assemble some clothes and essentials and get out there. You may get that big buck at a time when human traffic has subsided. You won't regret going out even if you go home empty handed and you will appreciate the fresh air and spiritual lift!
 
Get up early, putter around, complete a few chores then assemble some clothes and essentials and get out there. You may get that big buck at a time when human traffic has subsided. You won't regret going out even if you go home empty handed and you will appreciate the fresh air and spiritual lift!

I find that the evening hunt appeals to me more than dragging my butt out of bed before daylight. Sneaking out there a few hours before dark, having a little walk around then settling into a potent spot for dusk...
 
I find it more of a chore now but when I don't go, I feel that I missed out on something and regret it. After I got my moose this year I essentially hunted to guide my son to his first deer. I tagged out on mine about 5 mins after he shot his. Now after putting up a moose, two deer, a dozen chickens and 3 pigs in the last week and a half I have not one inch of freezer space left. Right now I won't hunt much because I am just so sick of cutting meat. I might have my son shoot one of his antlerless tags to donate to a buddy but the deer will have to be really close to a point with vehicle access, I aint putting much effort into someone else's deer.
 
Pondering over this thread, a lot of things come to mind. Firstly, hunting is changing, considerably.
What bothers me, is when the subject of "Why" you hunt comes up, the over whelming answer is, "For food, or to get meat for the freezer."
Really. Just think about it. The wild meat costs maybe twice to four or five times what good beef would cost and you may cook the beef as little as you like, to enjoy it at its very best. Oh, I know, no antibiotics and other chemicals in the wild meat. But how about all the bad little beasties and diseases that can be and often are, in wild meat? Some of these can be life threatening. But that's OK, just cook it "well," meaning until all the pink is gone and it becomes the color of an old shoe.
Many wild male animals shot in the peak of the rut are beyond what a person will eat, even with all the pungent spices one can put in it, to try and hide the strong taste. Old mule deer bucks fit this role perfectly, but they are not the only ones.
When northern Canada was first settled, the people shot wild game for the meat, for food to live on, indeed for actual survival. But this ended with the end of WW2, or even a bit before.
Even under those dire conditions, where wild meat was a necsessity, most hunters were good at judging what animal would be good meat. Some were terrific at shooting only the best animals for food. There were no regulations followed, thus they just took their pick of the game. My oldest brother, the hunter of the family, almost never brought home an elk that wasn't a dry cow. And believe me in the cold country we lived in, that was really prime meat. The bush Indians, even todays bush Indians, had (have) a different twist. The best moose meat in the bush in the winter is a pregnant cow, that doesn't have a calf with her, and this is what they strived for. The pregnant cow loads up on food in the fall and stays fat all winter. I have eaten steaks off of such an animal, shot in late February, and the steaks were delicious.
Absolutely no way would the Indians, or the white settlers, eat a big male animal that was shot in the peak of the rut.
The greatest hunting era North America has ever seen, occurred for about a twenty year period after WW2. If you took a poll at that time, you would see the hunters declaring they hunted for pleasure, for sport, for the adventure of getting into virgin hunting areas, to get a big head to hang on the wall and some would say they hunted to get the meat. In that great era we shot at every wolf or coyote, or maybe even bear, that we saw. Now, the vast majority on here state they won't shoot anything they don't eat, and that includes many who wouldn't even shoot at a wolf they saw while hunting.
Today's hunters, at least the ones who we hear from on these threads, are scared out of their wits to publicly state they are hunting for pleasure, or for trophies. The anti's might trash them. And what is even worse, if I wrote on here that I hunted for pleasure, or for trophies, the sheep on these threads would trash me!
This is very disturbing, when one thinks about the future of hunting and the direction we are going.
If hunting is just in the same catagory as going to the bush with a pick up and chain saw to get wood for winter, then I can't see too much future in hunting. No wonder a lot of hunters are losing interest in it.
 
Pondering over this thread, a lot of things come to mind. Firstly, hunting is changing, considerably.
What bothers me, is when the subject of "Why" you hunt comes up, the over whelming answer is, "For food, or to get meat for the freezer."
Really. Just think about it. The wild meat costs maybe twice to four or five times what good beef would cost and you may cook the beef as little as you like, to enjoy it at its very best. Oh, I know, no antibiotics and other chemicals in the wild meat. But how about all the bad little beasties and diseases that can be and often are, in wild meat? Some of these can be life threatening. But that's OK, just cook it "well," meaning until all the pink is gone and it becomes the color of an old shoe.
Many wild male animals shot in the peak of the rut are beyond what a person will eat, even with all the pungent spices one can put in it, to try and hide the strong taste. Old mule deer bucks fit this role perfectly, but they are not the only ones.
When northern Canada was first settled, the people shot wild game for the meat, for food to live on, indeed for actual survival. But this ended with the end of WW2, or even a bit before.
Even under those dire conditions, where wild meat was a necsessity, most hunters were good at judging what animal would be good meat. Some were terrific at shooting only the best animals for food. There were no regulations followed, thus they just took their pick of the game. My oldest brother, the hunter of the family, almost never brought home an elk that wasn't a dry cow. And believe me in the cold country we lived in, that was really prime meat. The bush Indians, even todays bush Indians, had (have) a different twist. The best moose meat in the bush in the winter is a pregnant cow, that doesn't have a calf with her, and this is what they strived for. The pregnant cow loads up on food in the fall and stays fat all winter. I have eaten steaks off of such an animal, shot in late February, and the steaks were delicious.
Absolutely no way would the Indians, or the white settlers, eat a big male animal that was shot in the peak of the rut.
The greatest hunting era North America has ever seen, occurred for about a twenty year period after WW2. If you took a poll at that time, you would see the hunters declaring they hunted for pleasure, for sport, for the adventure of getting into virgin hunting areas, to get a big head to hang on the wall and some would say they hunted to get the meat. In that great era we shot at every wolf or coyote, or maybe even bear, that we saw. Now, the vast majority on here state they won't shoot anything they don't eat, and that includes many who wouldn't even shoot at a wolf they saw while hunting.
Today's hunters, at least the ones who we hear from on these threads, are scared out of their wits to publicly state they are hunting for pleasure, or for trophies. The anti's might trash them. And what is even worse, if I wrote on here that I hunted for pleasure, or for trophies, the sheep on these threads would trash me!
This is very disturbing, when one thinks about the future of hunting and the direction we are going.
If hunting is just in the same catagory as going to the bush with a pick up and chain saw to get wood for winter, then I can't see too much future in hunting. No wonder a lot of hunters are losing interest in it.

I publicly state that I hunt for pleasure and for trophy. I could care less what the tree huggers think. I enjoy telling those people the most. There are many trophy hunters on here that admit it. I post pics of my trophy animals on Facebook where there are many anti hunters. If they don't like it...I suggest they unfriend me. As for wild meat costing 2-5 times more than beef at the store? Beef must be really cheap out in BC
 
Hey H4831, I hear what you say but there definately is a tired or burn out factor even to those of us who are blatently and unremorseful trophy/pleasure hunters. I have both my boys highly motivated and emersed in hunting and trophy hunting to carry on the tradition so I think I can dial back a bit and overcome some of that anger I had for moose, caribou and particularly sheep in the old days.
 
With all due respect, H4831, that sounds like a long tirade of bitter "back in the good ol' days" moaning. Going back over this thread I would say that the majority of posts don't even mention the aspect of meat. Are most hunters today concerned about eating their kill. Yes, of course...but are they claiming that is the only thing that drives them? No way. On an infrequent occasion, we will have some highly-evolved new-age-man come on here who decries someone's wolf hunt, or African hunt, or something similar, beating his breast and self-righteously proclaiming that he only kills that which he will eat. Those guys usually get their peepees slapped down quickly and slink away. Truth to tell, most of them, upon learning that all African game, for example, is eaten right down to the hooves, simply say "Oh...okay...no problem...". Not many seem embarrassed about being involved with hunting. On the contrary; when I was a kid, most of my dad's moose-hunting buddies were primarily interested in meat, with antlers a distant second or third consideration. Today's hunter seems to be much more likely to be interested in trophy quality than his predecessors were.

You say that all game is expensive, and for sure that's true. By the time you factor in the cost of guns, gear, travel, time off work, etc. the per-pound cost of wild meat is staggering...but only if you accept the idea that we only hunt for meat. Again, virtually nobody is saying that. All that money is simply the price we pay for our pleasure...not our survival.

How about that moose meat which you so enjoyed? Was it cooked to the point of turning into shoe leather? I'll bet it wasn't...and there's no reason why it should be, any more than beef should be. With any meat, the possibility exists of parasites or other infectious organisms. I like rare meat, and I don't feel any less safe eating rare venison than rare beef...or, to put it more accurately, I don't feel any safer eating beef. If wild meat was really as dangerous and crappy to eat as you make it sound (except, of course, for the wonderful fare that was taken by the old timers way back when...) we wouldn't eat it.

I know...I get it...The Sky Is Falling. The End Is Near. Maybe it is, and maybe it isn't...but do we really have to jump up into the air and pull it down upon ourselves to speed up what you seem to feel is inevitable?
 
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