This is a good solid thread with some very interesting points: thank you.
All my life I have moved on from old hobbies and activities and started new ones.
I have tried a lot of hobbies and I always come back to one of them being hunting, hiking and shooting (the three inter-mix so much I call it a single hobby). At some point I have always come back to it, even one time I ended up pretty broke and had to give up the hobby as a whole for about 4 years.
But that feeling you typically get when you see game and you hunt just wasn't there.... One of my fears is that if I stop I will never go back to it and I am not ready to give it up.
I wonder if your view of the sport is simply adapting. I know my mother is in her late 60's and she is just now moving away from target shooting of any kind, focusing on the actual hunt more. You state your "hunt feeling" wasn't there: I suspect that you might need to look at the hobby from a different direction. Recently I started back into tinkering with load developments and focusing on fewer firearms.
I still enjoy a day out, love to see the sunrises and the sunsets, breathe in the dank musty smells of the autumn woods, feel the warm afternoon sun on my back, and the cool evening breeze on my face.
For me, the actual "thrill" of the hunt though, is definitely no longer what it once was ...
I think you and I, Icedog, are on the same page, so to speak. There is something about an almost spiritual connection to nature when I am out there hiking and scouting before the season starts. I have had to step over a porcupine because it kept waddling along on the narrow path in front of me: I had to step over the creature or walk into the chest high thorns. I have also had a curious weasel lick my boot when I sat on an old rotted cut line pile to have a snack. There are so many memories already made and I'm at least
less than half way through my life, let alone my hunting and shooting life, and I want to make more: it is making more of them that matters right now.
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But I am also at a point where time to get to the range is a problem. The range I belong to is far enough away (over an hour) that if I decide to go at all it is best to pack a lunch and the whole vehicle. Even packing as many firearms as I can I end up with a few I prefer, some that need reloads tested in and a few... that never leave the vehicle. I have decided to sell those few in the last while, working to make every firearm get used (appreciated) at the range when I go, and that in itself is a bit disheartening. Better to go to a good home than be a safe queen at mine I suppose.
I can see how not having the old friends to go with is a bit sad: most of my "range" buddies have families, heavy work loads and/or away. Maybe once a year is the best we can do to get together at a range now, and that is usually because someone's dad passes or someone has a kid, so we are together anyways. In some ways we are all so busy that if we simply had the time
we would be together, so getting new buddies is not worth it.
So I have recently decided to focus on the hunting side this year, take the time to smell the moss and adapt once again within a beautiful and amazing hobby.