So what's your dream?

tracker said:
A week hunting with the bar maid Prince Harry picked up at a Calgary bar.
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Is it too late to change my dream......? I like this one better. But maybe one of those longer hunts. A week isn't enough.......how bout one of those 6 week trips that Teddy Roosevelt used to go on.? Plus the barmaid of course.
 
Since I've been on the prairies my whole life, my dream hunt would be dall sheep hunt in BC. Africa would be nice, but like Dogleg said, it took him many years and life choices to finally live that dream. I'm just starting out making those choices.
 
Boer seun said:
Did the Africa thing for ohh say 22 years, every year....Going back early 2008 for some more and also have plans for New Zealand some time (Have a cousin there, she and her husband are avid hunters so I am sure they can hook a guy up with something) :D
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X2 for New Zealand, and Australia for water buffalo, plus all the other stuff you can hunt!:D
But I'll likely stay right here in Alberta...
Cat
 
I'd like to start the day in a comfortable blind with my grandfather shooting a limit of black ducks and mallards, all retrieved beautfully, enthusiastically and stylishly by my dog Ruby. We'd limit out by 9 and head to one of those fantastic family-run country restaurants for steak and eggs, then change up to our upland gear and then head to some wild fields and hunt the edges of a mature mixed forest for spruce grouse. Ruby would put up a limit of grouse that would explode out of heavy cover, quartering away over the edge of the field to be sent tumbling to be retrieved by the dog by our finely crafted custom over/under 28 guages. Ruby would make bouncing, playful retrieves in the long grass and my grandfather would pick off a beautiful double. We wouldn't comment on it, letting it go like it was an everyday event, but only because no words could make the moment any better. We'd head back to the Inn for a couple of fresh ham and cheese sandwiches on soft white bread and my grandfather would grab a quick nap while I cleaned some birds with Ruby passed out at my feet in the sunshine. With everyone fed and rested, we'd head out in the warm afternoon light into a set of nice small mixed-crop fields with dense headgerows inbetween, having switched the barrels over to 20 gauge. Ruby would work deep into the cover, her tail a constant helicopter as she put up a lovely mix of hen and rooster pheasants, just to keep things intersting. My grandfather would get two fine roosters before slinging his shotgun over his shoulder to trudge happlily along beside me. I'd watch Ruby work a tuft of grass for 5 minutes, trusting her signals that there really was a bird in there. When the rooster finally explodes from cover I'd fold him cleanly and have Ruby retrieve it. As we collect ourselves to head back to the truck Ruby would surprise up by running back to the tuft to put up another big rooster. Caught off guard I'd slip to my full-choke barrel, take a generous lead at 50 yards and make the greatest shot of my life, feeling the gun buck and roar to send the bird tumbling. I don't ask for much.
 
Day at the range

I'd like to head out to the range on a Sunday morning after bacon and eggs and an extra coffee to go. My Dad and my youngest son going out for the day, starting with Dad and I on the skeet field me with my 1100 Dad shooting his old Superposed Lightning, till about 11. We'd stop for a coffee at the club house then down to the pits at 100 M range. Breaking out my three favourite rifles the big 50 for me, the 220 swift for dad and the custom .223 for my 9 yr old. Sighting in for the day and then setting up the thumb tacks, at a .25 $ a piece. Laughing and teasing each others about the misses, then just before we leave setting up Jr. at 50 M and letting him show grandpa how he can shoot a 1 hole 10/rd group from 50 M.
That would be my idea of a dream day. Dad died in late 97 , Jr. was born in early 98. Wish they could have met. Grand pa would have been proud.:(

M
 
Very nice Dreamwaters and Icepick. I'm sorry to hear of your father, but fortunatly our great sport has ways of connecting us with them. It bridges the gap of time. Your father taught you, you will teach him. It is your fathers legacy you see in your son's eye's.
 
dream hunt

Death in the tall grass comes to mind...I would have to say a non-canned African Lion hunt, followed by leopard, cape buffalo, croc and hippo. Throw a few jackals in for good measure.

On this continent, elk is hard to beat, followed by grizz.
 
I agree Pharoah 2 - my grandfather and I have actually never hunted together, as he lives in Europe and has only ever come over for fishing. I gues that's why it's my "Dream Hunt". However, we talk about hunting any time we're together and keep in touch about our adventures in pictures and letters, and I can tell that he's happy and proud to have at least one grandchild carrying on what he loves so much but what his own children never really took to. The connection is there - he's in the field with me and will continue to be even after he's gone.
-DW
 
nothing exotic-just to have a good safe trip with my boys,sit around the fire, read a good book,stoke the woodstove, smell bacon frying,drink hot coffee,get my hands around a mug of hot chicken noodle soup after coming in from the cold,listen to the coyotes singing,hear a bull answer back to my call,enjoy the fall colours,shoot some grouse,see some game,stay warm at night.....yah, thats all good
 
Dream shoot

Thanks Pharaoh, I've actually managed to improve on what dad taught me and am now a better shot, my youngest one catches on even quicker and I don't doubt once he's bigger I'll have MY work cut out for me to keep up to him.
Maybe he'll inherit the 50 and show me how it really works.:)

M
 
Definitely Africa! I have met 2 people who have been on Cape buffalo hunt, and that is one "life goal" I made on the spot.
That and a Greater Kudu.
An antelope the size of an Elk! What is not to dream about!
 
I've now lived mine. My 18 year old son and I went to South Africa for plains game in July. We hunted 10 days, we fished for yellowfish, we killed all the animals on our list, 10 of 13 made Safari Club minimums plus a nice Zebra fro Brendan.

I will live a long time before I do anything that special with my son again. We stalked 12 of the 14 animals together with the PH, we climbed mountains for Kudu, we crawled through the thorngroves for Impala. It was awesome.

The trip wasn't cheap, but like dogleg said I f you want to do these things you have to make certain life choices.
 
when my knee is finnaly back to normal service, I'd live to do a backpack hunt for goat or sheep in the north of BC.

A cape buff with an opensighted double or single shot is on the list....
 
I have hunted pretty much everything in saskatchewan with great success but would love to try an Yukon Moose Trip or Northern B.C. I worked up at watson in the early 90's and only saw it in the winter. Not much for moose. Would love to see the vast awsome country in the fall for a moose trip.
 
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