I have been thinking more about hunting alone and as I get older I have come to accept that there is a possibility that I might go hunting and not come home.
I know I helped with my dad so that he could keep hunting into his mid 80's and I think he only missed one hunting season before he passed.
And I know of several places in the woods where there are little signs saying that this place was where a hunter was last seen or that this marks where a hunter passed away.
There are a lot of worse ways to go. I do send my wife updates as to where I am going hunting and at the end of the day I send a message that I'm on my way home.
I'll take my chances![]()
I made sure my Dad was able to hunt as much or as little as he wanted when he got older; he would stay with us on our property for a week or two during turkey and deer seasons. He would sometimes get up early and sit with me for the day or the morning. Other days he would get up later and have a nice breakfast, then radio me if he wanted to come out and I would come in to get him. I also had a beautiful little blind built in a tiny clearing in the woods close to the house, probably only 100 yards or so from the back door but completely invisible through the fairly dense trees. It was accessed by going down a gentle slope through the trees, across a little creek over which I had built a tiny bridge complete with handrails, and then up the other side of the ravine; one could step right into the back of the blind without ever being visible to anything that might be in the clearing.
We liked to sit together, always in other spots that were further from the house and to which I sometimes transported him via ATV if he didn't feel up to a long walk; he got his last deer (at well past 80), on his last-ever day hunting, while sitting with me in such a spot and I am forever thankful that we were together for that occasion. But he also enjoyed hunting alone from "his" little blind near the house; I think it was good for him to feel that he could still take care of things himself. I never hunted there myself, as I wanted to keep that spot as fresh as possible for him.
I'm still a ways off...I hope!...from my last hunt, but I am at the point where I can be sitting in a blind, or creeping along a trail or whatever, and am struck by the notion that this wouldn't be a bad way to go when the time comes. Last year's deer was an ordeal to get back to the house; ATV problems made it a drag...literally...out of a rough, brushy patch close to the far end of my land so I was pretty winded when it was done. I have read that the majority of older hunters who die while hunting succumb to heart failure while dragging or carrying a deer. I wonder how many of them, while huffing and puffing as I was, find themselves thinking "There are much, much worse ways to die than this..."