I think it grabs so strongly because it is ALL the things….hope, despair, excitement, triumph, defeat, harsh, comforting, rigorous, relaxed, cheap, expensive, clean, dirty…all of it.
Each hunt means something different to me.
Every year I take my family to eastern Montana to hunt antelope. We have good friends we stay with and hunt their land. The hunt is not strenuous and if a stalk is blown we simply go find more. We love antelope and substitute it interchangeably with elk meat so that is a factor but, honestly, it is seeing our friends and building memories. Things as simple as gas station hot chocolate on a frosty October morning hold a lot of meaning.
I hunt migrating mule deer with one specific group of friends in one specific place every year. It is as harsh if an environment as I know of in the lower 48. Bitter cold, extreme winds, steep terrain and the ever present grizzly looking for a few more calories before finding a place to hibernate. We know the land and we continually learn the animals, but mostly we go because it is nice to spend time in brutal places with people that appreciate the rawness of the experience and the magic of a calm day when deer are moving. That hunt would be terrible for me with most any other people, instead I look forward to the few days I spend in the wind tunnel every year.
All winter I follow my hounds after just about every fresh snow. From the anticipation of the weather, to seeing the fresh blanket and ultimately the fresh track, to the first time my red dog Sarge let’s out his deep bellow, to the highs and lows of the chase, the steep hikes and ultimately seeing my whole pack barking under a tree. I couldn’t care less to ever kill a lion but it would bring great sadness to never chase another.
Getting my dad out a few years ago and having three generations under a nice Tom will no doubt make the highlight reel as my life winds down.
I have enjoyed hunting with my kids immensely since my oldest (now 20 years old and living out of country) was a baby. It has created bonds in our family but on a more selfish level scratches the itch I have felt for never pursuing my childhood dreams of guiding and outfitting.
I have enjoyed taking my kids out of our home state to go on bigger adventures. Hoping that someday they too will be able and interested in passing on the feelings and experiences that this lifestyle brings.
(Yes, she did choose to where a US Border Patrol hat for a Javelina hunt along the Rio Grande)
With six kids and a love for butchery it was natural to develop a field to freezer lifestyle. My oldest boy just graduated high school and is striking out on his own soon. I felt more than a little pride that one of the things he wanted for Christmas last year was his own set of quality butchering knives. My younger kids love the grinder and “shop time” extends the hunting experience for us.
This year the kids helped kill, process and donate hundreds of pounds of venison to friends and strangers in need. Few things can teach the circle of life and living as well as hunting and sharing food. Is there anything more tribal and communal than that?
Like Kevin, the hardware is important to me. I love rifles and definitely get as excited about the rifle I am hunting with as the hunt itself at times. This past year my obsession has been my .400 Whelen and loved hunting river bottom whitetails with it on my home turf. This little buck meant more to me with a rifle my wife gave me for our 20 year anniversary than it would have with a different rifle.
As my kids move away I wonder if hunting will take on new meaning for me. Maybe I will have grandkids to focus on or maybe large adventures or simply a greater appreciation for a short walk behind a good pointer. Maybe all of it. Maybe none of it. Time will tell and that is ok. Hunting truly is about the hunter and that is what keeps drawing me back.
I love planning grand adventures and have many more in the works for someday. That is one of the main reasons I am here on AH. Seeing what others have done and allowing that to shape my vision of what I want my first African experience to be. Right now it feels an awful lot like getting my 70+ year old dad to SA to hunt birds and warthogs would be a great adventure.
As I wrote up this post it became clear to me how little the animal actually played a part in my reasons for hunting. It is a character for sure…just not the lead role. Perhaps that is why I would be just as content hunting warthogs as Kudu…at least for now
Sorry for being so long winded and for the photo dump but the original post just made me do some reflecting. Thanks to the OP for that!