Hunting is natural. When I'm hunting or fishing is when I feel most connected to this world. I honestly feel a deep sorrow for those who have never experienced the sights and sounds that only mother nature can provide. It definitely isn't the kill that makes a day in the woods a success, but rather the things one sees while pursuing his or her quarry. Have you ever been surrounded by wolves while they howl? Have you ever heard th
e chomping teeth of a Black Bear that isn't pleased you've entered its domain? What about the sound of a Bull elk bugling in response to your cow call? I have, and I can honestly tell you that there's nothing that gives you a better high than those simple things out in the woods. I recently took my first Black Bear. It was a bitter sweet moment knowing I just killed such a magnificent creature, but also a moment filled with elation after all of the hard work I put into accomplishing such a feat. I take pride in not disrespecting the animals I pursue. Hunting has been a part of the world since man first walked the land. Without hunting people could not have survived. Hunting is one of the main ingredients to our survival, and being part of that tradition is vital to my well being. A person can't feel that sense fullness picking up a steak at the grocery store. Only when you do all of the dirty work--the walking, glassing, shooting, field dressing, skinning, and processing do you understand the respect that should be given to the food you eat. To hunt is as natural as breathing, and anybody who disagrees with that statement is living on another planet and is out of touch with reality. That's a fact. I hunt because I should and because I can. Some say hunting is a blood sport. Other say it is only to boost a man's ego. The truth is that hunting is beautiful and dirty and bloody. To put it simply--it's real life in its rawest form. It's part of nature, and a part of me that I'll never give up whether you agree with it or not. I will hunt until the day I die. You can count on that.
e chomping teeth of a Black Bear that isn't pleased you've entered its domain? What about the sound of a Bull elk bugling in response to your cow call? I have, and I can honestly tell you that there's nothing that gives you a better high than those simple things out in the woods. I recently took my first Black Bear. It was a bitter sweet moment knowing I just killed such a magnificent creature, but also a moment filled with elation after all of the hard work I put into accomplishing such a feat. I take pride in not disrespecting the animals I pursue. Hunting has been a part of the world since man first walked the land. Without hunting people could not have survived. Hunting is one of the main ingredients to our survival, and being part of that tradition is vital to my well being. A person can't feel that sense fullness picking up a steak at the grocery store. Only when you do all of the dirty work--the walking, glassing, shooting, field dressing, skinning, and processing do you understand the respect that should be given to the food you eat. To hunt is as natural as breathing, and anybody who disagrees with that statement is living on another planet and is out of touch with reality. That's a fact. I hunt because I should and because I can. Some say hunting is a blood sport. Other say it is only to boost a man's ego. The truth is that hunting is beautiful and dirty and bloody. To put it simply--it's real life in its rawest form. It's part of nature, and a part of me that I'll never give up whether you agree with it or not. I will hunt until the day I die. You can count on that.
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