I realized after some thought that my response didn’t answer why I do it only tried to justify with the benefits.
For me it’s the love of nature, being “out there” seeing new places, morning frosts, the sounds and smells. I’ve heard it’s “in your blood” maybe it’s from birth but I think it’s from being exposed to it probably more or perhaps that just brings it up in you. It’s the challenge and the satisfaction of a meal of game and the memories of what put it there. It’s the relationships with those we share those precious times with and memories and traditions of those who’ve passed on, I choke up on that one too many now at my age. It’s knowing with my love for it I couldn’t hurt it and I want the experience to get better for myself and others and those to come. Too many think conservation is putting it on the shelf, locking people out, but what good is that? That only ensures that people won’t care, won’t ever have what’s in their blood awakened. It’s like my love for firearms is similar to someone’s love for paintings. To me they, the good ones, are art, functional art. I like looking at them, handling them, and in my case with many antiques, wondering “where have you been and what have you done”? It’s love and passion, what makes life worth living.