Killing ... how do you feel ...

Not much. Just another task, like washing the dishes or doing some other work.
 
I have hunted since 1958.
I still feel excitement, elation and a sense of accomplishment on killing a game animal.
However, I also feel a certain reverence, realizing that this animal lost it's life to sustain me.
I believe in a God, a creator, who gave all living things to the human family for food.
Connected closely to my beliefs is that if we assume the responsibility to harvest a game animal, we owe it to that animal to take it as humanely as is possible.
Regards, Eagleye.
 
Quiet satisfaction, and a little time to admire the animal or bird. More than once
I've been rewarded by reloading immediately and by being quietly vigilant rather than going immediately to downed game.

I'd rather be asked "... did I have a good time ?" than "...did you get anything ?"
 
I'm always thankful when blessed with animals I can eat with my friends and family. I do not feel sorry or anything for the animals. They are put on earth to be eaten and I do my best to give them a quck, clean death. I also get an adrenalin rush when an animal steps out and I get ready for the shot. The thrill of the hunt is as old as humanity and I wouldn't trade the feeling for anything in the world.
 
I've started hunting in Poland were respect for harvested game is very important part of hunting etiquette and tradition.
Here is picture of my Godson after his first wild boar kill last fall.

hubertzdzikiem.jpg


At the end of the group hunt all game taken are positioned on the ground in particular order and person leading hunting party is performing ceremony of admitting him in to hunting fraternity.

When I am alone I will kneel on right knee beside fallen game and I will place piece of spruce branch in their mouth to symbolize last meal, other piece broken from the same brunch I put on the wound and then is placed in my hunting hat and is worn to the end of the day.

I have thoughts of thanks to the God and St. Hubert (patron of Hunters) for successful hunt and respect for life taken. The same respect makes me to take proper care of game meat so nothing is wasted.

I am passing this tradition to my sons and hunting buddies here in Alberta.

I think it makes harvesting game special.

Andrew
 
I've started hunting in Poland were respect for harvested game is very important part of hunting etiquette and tradition.
Here is picture of my Godson after his first wild boar kill last fall.

hubertzdzikiem.jpg


At the end of the group hunt all game taken are positioned on the ground in particular order and person leading hunting party is performing ceremony of admitting him in to hunting fraternity.

When I am alone I will kneel on right knee beside fallen game and I will place piece of spruce branch in their mouth to symbolize last meal, other piece broken from the same brunch I put on the wound and then is placed in my hunting hat and is worn to the end of the day.

I have thoughts of thanks to the God and St. Hubert (patron of Hunters) for successful hunt and respect for life taken. The same respect makes me to take proper care of game meat so nothing is wasted.

I am passing this tradition to my sons and hunting buddies here in Alberta.

I think it makes harvesting game special.

Andrew

Nice I like that tradition alot...but I think I would do it without the god/St. Hubert part for personal reasons.
 
HAHA you tool you would write something like that eh?! :p

Otokiak
Rankin Inlet, NU
CANADA

Isnt it time for your party thread? It is friday you know :p

My plan this year is to have an already prepared mini stove fired up, some dredge, seasoning and oil and cut out its heart that has only just stopped beating, fry it up and eat it blood and all... barbarian style.

But hey if you need to hug your hunting partner and sob while he holds you, why not. Its a free country and its your business. :p
 
Nice I like that tradition alot...but I think I would do it without the god/St. Hubert part for personal reasons

Then forget about the saint part, and consider Hubert the man. Through his accomplishments and work in different fields he is named the the patron saint of:

archers
hunters
dogbreeders
houndsmen
mathemations
metal workers
forest workers
smelters
precision instruments
optics
trapping

Just for giggles he also managed to have 3 military orders formed in his honor, a town named after him and his emblem on every bottle of Jager Meister.

Personally, I'd like to buy a guy like that a beer.;)
 
I have hunted since 1958.
I still feel excitement, elation and a sense of accomplishment on killing a game animal.
However, I also feel a certain reverence, realizing that this animal lost it's life to sustain me.
I believe in a God, a creator, who gave all living things to the human family for food.
Connected closely to my beliefs is that if we assume the responsibility to harvest a game animal, we owe it to that animal to take it as humanely as is possible.
Regards, Eagleye.

I couldn't have explained my sentiments better than that after a successful hunt.
 
What did I shoot?


The family dog? Tears.

Moose... I have had all emotions, even a tear in my eye once. But I love to hunt moose and will continue.

Bears. Job that has to be done. Another one bites the dust... onto planning the next bear hunt.

Wolf... kick the bastard in the head and curse the evil demon...

Deer. Yes!!

Coyote. Well I'd have to shoot one first... still 0 coyotes.
 
I feel a mixture of joy and satisfaction and sadness. There is still always a little sadness mixed in.

I also follow the tradition of the "last bite", in German it was "der letzte Bissen"; very much like the Polish version described above.

That includes saying a brief prayer thanking the Lord for the sacrifice of the animal and a promise to treasure the meat (and I am otherwise not very religious).
 
I've started hunting in Poland were respect for harvested game is very important part of hunting etiquette and tradition.
Here is picture of my Godson after his first wild boar kill last fall.

hubertzdzikiem.jpg


At the end of the group hunt all game taken are positioned on the ground in particular order and person leading hunting party is performing ceremony of admitting him in to hunting fraternity.

When I am alone I will kneel on right knee beside fallen game and I will place piece of spruce branch in their mouth to symbolize last meal, other piece broken from the same brunch I put on the wound and then is placed in my hunting hat and is worn to the end of the day.

I have thoughts of thanks to the God and St. Hubert (patron of Hunters) for successful hunt and respect for life taken. The same respect makes me to take proper care of game meat so nothing is wasted.

I am passing this tradition to my sons and hunting buddies here in Alberta.

I think it makes harvesting game special.

Andrew

that makes two of us in Alberta doing this.

I have also passed it on to at least one young hunter.
 
I usually feel bad for whatever I shoot. I love animals.

But that goes away once I start to tuck in to a good dinner of wild game...

I hunt for many reasons, but I don't do it for the kill. I did get pretty pumped for my first deer and my first couple bears, and I still love making a good shot on a duck, though - but I always feel bad for them.
 
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