How important is hunting to you?

For me hunting is a "calling". I really can't explain it. From Sep. to Dec. I have to be out there every weekend. I'm up at 2:00 - 3:00am and don't head back home until after dark. The weather can be crap (snow, rain, windy...) I look out the window yet something inside tells me to go, and I go. I hunt everything, waterfowl, small game, big game. I don't need to bag something everytime I go out nor do I need to fill my limit every time. Like many of you have already posted It's the time spent out doors alone or with friends. Yes boys It's true what grouseman said, Hunting is more important than ###!

Gibbs505, Sorry to hear about your granddaughter. I hope she beats this thing and grows old enough to hunt with you some day.
 
No problem, I had to go back and re-read the thread.
I can certainly understand your feelings. I hope everything turnout OK.
I'm sure this place will fill up with stories after the hunt, maybe it will be almost like being there.
 
Hunting is the the 2nd most important thing in my life, my wife and kids come 1st. Everything else, including ###, comes after. 14 days till moose, 29 days till deer.
 
John Y Cannuck said:
No problem, I had to go back and re-read the thread.
I can certainly understand your feelings. I hope everything turnout OK.
I'm sure this place will fill up with stories after the hunt, maybe it will be almost like being there.
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Thank you, also we have just got lab results back, all negative and that is good. Not out of the woods yet, still a deep bone scan to go but we are 99+% there!

And yes, in the deep woods, I usually like to go by myself and enjoy the alone. But partners are good too, especially for the hauling!!
 
i would never give up hunting i love it too much and it also provides food for the table no wife or job would stop me from hunting
talk to ya all later
Riley
 
A way of life for me too,my wife is slowly coming around and getting used to the idea of it all,Its what we mainly eat as well.The biggest part is just getting out,and if possible spending time with family,to bag anything is a treat,a well deserved treat.

Huntsman
 
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BIGREDD said:
Yeah I spent half of everything I owned to get rid of my first wife... she complained about my hunting once too often :idea:
Hunting is a sport that consumes the lives of many of us... more so than any other sport I can think of. It is more of a lifestyle and a philosophy than a sport for me... I think hunting defines me and it is how I measure myself as a person. :?
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A MEN BIGREDD YOU SAID IT ALL.
 
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john-brennan said:
BIGREDD said:
Yeah I spent half of everything I owned to get rid of my first wife... she complained about my hunting once too often :idea:
Hunting is a sport that consumes the lives of many of us... more so than any other sport I can think of. It is more of a lifestyle and a philosophy than a sport for me... I think hunting defines me and it is how I measure myself as a person. :?
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A MEN BIGREDD YOU SAID IT ALL.
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x3 there! Not hunting yet... but when the fella's go out...I feel the excitement. ( and no not because he won't be back for 2 weeks!!! ) I know it is something they have always believed in doing...
 
No matter how much #### you have eating away at you, when you are out hunting, all you do is listen and watch what's going on around you. Nothing negative ever creeps into my thoughts. It's all pure relaxation. Unless a big buck comes by, then you have to deal with buck fever! :lol:

Still cheaper and more effective than therapy! :D
 
I have always gone hunting alot...my youngest son has been going with me since he was 2. He is 6 and he has better hunting gear than I have....he's hooked.

I go because I want to and now I have the little guy to go with which makes it even better.

My wife knows that someday I will go out and never return.....and that's how Id want it. Beats getting hit by a bus.
 
I came to hunitng on my own.

My dad used to hunt, but we moved when I was about 2, and he lost all his hunting buddies. SO he stopped hunting.

I had no mentors at all.

But I *had* to hunt.

I killed grouse with rocks and sticks and slingshots on hikes, griled them on the fire and ate them.

Our family woudl go out sailing, and I was more interested in fishing. We woudl go out for weeks at a time, and I would catch salmon, ling cod, halibut, rockfish, prawns and crab. My mom had to tell me to STOP catching fresh seafood, since they were sick of it. :shock: (We had crab every breakfast for 3 weeks solid!) :wink:

My mom didn't allow me even a BB gun, so I took up archery. (YOu could put an eye out wiht a BB. A broadhead can kill, but that was okay :roll: )

I tried a 45# longbow I got from a garage sae when I was 10. I couldn't pull it back. My dad got me a 25# recurve. By the time I was 14, I could use the longbow.

I killed my first deer with it when I was 14-15, in the Queen Charlotte Islands. No idea I needed a liscence, I was on a Boy Scout 30 day kayak trip. We ate that deer pretty quick as we hadn't had fresh meat in 2 weeks.

Took about 10 years away form hunitng, form 15-25. Drank beer and chased girls. Then I built my house, and went hunting.

Still no mentor to help, I muddled through it the first few years.It's been about 12 years now I have been fairly sucessful, as I have managed to get many of BC's big game animals withthe exception of sheep (hopefully this year!) and elk (injured myself on an elk hunt last year.) :( I have never hunted carbou either, buit that is on my list for next year, maybe...

I will never forget the first year I had a hunting liscence. I was 25, and I took my 20 guage Remington Sportsman 48 out after grouse. After a full day of hiking up and down the hills, I was heading back to the truck. I saw the truck in the distance. I was feeling low.

A grouse flushed in front of me, and I shot it, on the wing, at abotu 35 yards. It went down, I ran up to it, and I felt like I had returned home. I was a hunter again.

I gues syou could say that hunting is important to me... :wink:
 
That is very cool, Gatehouse. My first kill was a Bobwhite (in flight) at about 15 yards with a rock (fluke, for sure!). I shot my step-dad's 22 after that and he got pissed off that I could outshoot him, so he took the guns away, including the Crosman 22 that I bought with my own money. :evil:
So, many years later I'm getting back to my primordial existence. I can't really say what hunting means to me, but I can say that my future involves hunting and I think it will be one of (if not the) most important things in my life.
 
I grew up in a family of non-hunters. The only ones who did where my grand-pa who died when I was six and an oncle who lives in Abitibi (about a 8 hour drive north). I arrassed my dad enough that we took the manditory hunting course when I was 14 yrs old. But besides coaxing him to shoot a few rounds of my now deceased grand-pa's Win. mod.. 94 30-30 at a sand pitt, I still could'nt hunt.

I was growing anxious and would read anything I could find on the subject and talked to a few friends who went hunting with their fathers. I craved it, but eventually I almost lost hope of ever hunting.

Finally, a few years back, I was talking to one of my buddies at work and found out that he two was in the same situation. That's when we planned our first hunt. We were to go on his uncle's farm and join with a friend of the family and another uncle who would teach us the ropes.

Well, we never looked back and since then we kinda made it a point of welcoming newbies to the sport and to teach them all we know. :)
 
Grew up in an Arctic community where hunting was the only occupation for men. Job was somthing white men had to do, I guess it has something to do with (legalized) slavery ?

Always wanted to be a hunter since I could reason. Watched the hunters come back in their kayaks with the seals in tow, and the hunters wife's would then cut stripes of the raw seal skind with fat and give to us kids for a treat while the adults would eat the delicious raw seal liver.

For the better or worse, rifles replaced the throwing atlath spears (sorry Gatehouse :mrgreen: ), even the throwing bird spear gave way to the shotgun, then the southern police killed our sled dogs so we could not be nomadic hunters anymore, and again for the better or worse, forcibly conform to the newcommers lifestyle in permament settlements, and for reasons still not understood, with only one wife, and learned to love to eat potato chips and hunt with guns from motorized transport devices.

Regardless of having conformed to most of the newcommers life styles, I still find that my ancient urge to hunt is the most satisfactory and normal occupation I can practice, and living in B.C., I belive that I have the best of these two worlds 8)
 
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