... exotic places to hunt exotic game...
In some of us I think there is a base or primal need to be a participant with nature, not just a spectator. Think about it something like this. Sitting on the couch watching a baseball game versus going to practice 3 nights a week and playing in the game on Saturday. Some people are satisfied to watch, living vicariously through others, and some of us really couldn’t care less about a ballgame unless we are on the field.
Waking up in the middle of the night to the sound of a Leopard sawing outside your tent. Walking down the sand path to breakfast at 5:00 am and seeing the Leopard’s tracks preceeding yours. How long ago did she pass this way? You are now fully awake and never more alive!
Hunting along the almost dry riverbed in hopes of finding a truly outstanding Bushbuck or Warthog, when out of the long grass not 30 yards away up pops the head of a Lion. Not a zoo lion. A wild african lion who has never known the bars of a cage or the containment of an enclosure. A deep grunt from her and up pop 4 more heads of lions with sleep in their eyes. Wondering who dares to intrude on their slumber?
There is something in the DNA of the hunter that craves the authenticity of the experience and the rush of adrenaline. It may come from pitting yourself against the elements of the environment. Trekking deep into the wilderness in the dead of winter and having the knowledge, skill and tools to spend long nights sleeping in a snow cave and the short days traveling on skis or snowshoes looking for mountain lion and wolves. All the while enjoying the peace and solitude of the snowy mountains, the occasional squirrel or rabbit and the song of the coyote.
Or the craving may be temporarily satisfied by following the tracks of elephant from the first light of morning until finally catching up in the heat of the afternoon as they lounge in the shade, fanning their ears. Sneaking in close and working your way amongst the herd, always keeping the breeze in your favor. And slipping away unnoticed, the herd undisturbed. Not finding an acceptable animal, and though you are hunting which ultimately means a magnificent animal may die, today is not the day and you are happy about that. There is a timeless bond between man the hunter, and the animal he stalks.
I have known many of my fellow hunters throughout my life. I have also known a good many non-hunters and a few anti-hunters. What I have observed is there is no one who is more respectful of the sanctity of life than the hunter. There is a jubilation and a sadness that exist simultaneously in the hunter’s heart when his hunt ends in success. An acknowledgment of a burden of responsibility in having taken the life of one of God’s creatures. It makes you stare your own mortality in the face. And it grounds you in the certainty that life is precious. Human life the most precious of all. In today’s world we see many examples of blatant disregard for the sanctity and value of human life. I believe this will be more and more prevalent as society becomes more and more detached from the stark realities of nature and man’s role in it.
It is a deeply gratifying experience when a hunter sees the community celebrate the most simple of life’s necessities. Food. Protein provided by the hunter. A community that much of the time sees their children go to bed hungry. But not today! And not for the next month or so because of the several tons of meat provided by the elephant harvested by the hunter through sustainable use conservation hunting.
The wild (exotic) places and animals are nourishment for the soul of the hunter, the true conservationists of this world.
There are those who sit on the sidelines and think this qualifies them to be the coach. We see this every day from the anti hunters living in the concrete jungle. And there are those who spend their lives actually playing in the game, active participants with nature who pay the freight for conservation. The Hunters.
I hope this is helpful to you
@tigris115 . And I hope you have the opportunity with your project to share some of the many positive messages from the Hunter/Conservationist point of view with those who may not otherwise get to hear it.
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