The best part of Hunting!
- Thread starter Corpus
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CGN frequent flyer
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- Cliffs of Dover
i pick.. ALL THE ABOVE!
X2. There are just too many enjoyable things about hunting to pick just one.
X3 I agree, but the exercise is to force yourself to really think about it, and make yourself pick just one. It's just a "fun to do"/"make yourself think deeply about it" thing.
P.S. I flubbed the keys on choice #4. That should read "Getting away from society, work, wife, kids, etc."
P.S. I flubbed the keys on choice #4. That should read "Getting away from society, work, wife, kids, etc."
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Last year I saw a flying squirrel sore out of a tree, I thought flying squirrels were just a myth until I saw one myself. Pretty cool, that made the hunt all worth while. I like all the answers above, but I enjoy seeing some thing (animal behaviour) that I don't get to see every day. Oh ya and pulling the trigger too.
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rustysdream
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- Saskatchewan
Northman999
CGN Ultra frequent flyer
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- Southern Yukon
Definitely all of them. Hunting is a COMPLETE EXPERIENCE. You can tell if your hunt wasn't, because you just feel something missing once you're done. That's partially why it's hard to explain to someone who hasn't experienced it, and hard for them to relate to as well.
Man, after I made the Poll, I can now think of several more good aspects of it that I should have listed:
- That cup of coffee, early in the morning, while you're trying to warm up your bones after a cold night in the sack; maybe watch the sun just start to come up.
- The funny stuff that inevitably occurs when on a particularly good hunt.
- The ability to feel like you are doing the game stocks, and people, a service by helping to prevent starvation in the herds, and unsavory encroachment contacts between game and non-hunters.
- Being able to curse, fart, belch out of earshot of the women and kids; taking pride them around your male buddies; no pressure to be "polite all the time!"
- And I should have said "Drinking Beers around the campfire with good friends, and telling lies!" LOL.
Ahh, well...ceremony, deep tradition, all that stuff. We'll hash it out. The point is to force yourself to pick just one; for fun.
- That cup of coffee, early in the morning, while you're trying to warm up your bones after a cold night in the sack; maybe watch the sun just start to come up.
- The funny stuff that inevitably occurs when on a particularly good hunt.
- The ability to feel like you are doing the game stocks, and people, a service by helping to prevent starvation in the herds, and unsavory encroachment contacts between game and non-hunters.
- Being able to curse, fart, belch out of earshot of the women and kids; taking pride them around your male buddies; no pressure to be "polite all the time!"
- And I should have said "Drinking Beers around the campfire with good friends, and telling lies!" LOL.
Ahh, well...ceremony, deep tradition, all that stuff. We'll hash it out. The point is to force yourself to pick just one; for fun.
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One afternoon, after a morning of walking old logging trails in the hopes of grouse I watched a pileated woodpecker land in a 25' sickly looking spruce tree. He then flew down to the trail about 15' from the tree and started jumping and squawking working his way slowly towards the spruce. When he was about 7 05 8 feet from the tree he started banging/pecking at an exposed root. When he broke into it he feasted on grubs for several minutes and then flew off. After about 15 minutes he returned and did the jumping and squawking thing again and ate his fill when he reached the opening he had made previously.
I go to the bush to hunt but if I can observe something like the above I don't care if I make meat or not.
I go to the bush to hunt but if I can observe something like the above I don't care if I make meat or not.
The symphony of natural sound, vistas & endless fresh air are the big ticket for sure. I still remember a day 20 years ago sitting on a field edge waiting for a buck to stroll out while a little field mouse, stole the show all morning long, by tugging and chewing at the end of my frayed boot lace, beautifully oblivious to any danger that this impulsive, coveted quest came attached with .... eventually succeding in gnawing off a small portion - most likely for some extra winter's nest insulation. Moments like those seem permanently burnt into memory for some reason.
....... and just for the record - it's got nothing, I repeat nothing to do at all with bagging any game .... but if I F*^&%ing well happen to somehow get F*^&%ing shutout, bageled, or horse-collared don't come within a frikkin ear shot of me for a few days.
....... and just for the record - it's got nothing, I repeat nothing to do at all with bagging any game .... but if I F*^&%ing well happen to somehow get F*^&%ing shutout, bageled, or horse-collared don't come within a frikkin ear shot of me for a few days.
I'm a culinary hunter. I kill for good meat. I like the meat of fawns, single does and spiker bucks. I eat the liver, heart, tongue, kidneys etc. (even the moose nose once -- not again). I selectively shoot Canvasbacks when I have the chance, and hang my ducks with the guts in for a week so they age properly. I'll shoot a set of horns if they are there, but they are not what drives me.
