Mike7
WKR
I like Kevin Dill's take on it. I would have to say that the "kill" is down on the list of priorities for me for many hunts, even if that is the ultimate goal which gets me into the woods. I think that the number one thing for me most times is the challenge, or the hunt itself.
Certainly, killing something that I like to eat is part of it but not the only thing either.
I think that if it was just about the kill to me, then I would enjoy sitting in a duck blind along side 5-10 other paying duck hunters. I have been invited on a couple of these hunts where the guide sets up the blind, manages the dog, and does all of the calling. I then sit with my head ducked down waiting shoulder to shoulder with a bunch of guys who the guide keeps having to suggest politely that they quiet down. Then its time to raise up and fill the air with lead. These guys love it. But as I am getting pelted in the side of the face by spent shotgun shells, and have no idea if any of the falling ducks were actually hit by me, I can't help but think that this is not totally my thing, even though I could come home if I wanted with a whole pile of ducks that were prepared for me by someone who in all liklihood is probably an illegal alien.
On the other hand, I really enjoy the masochistic sport of chukar hunting which typically takes place in the middle of nowhere and surrounded by snow covered peaks and wintering animals...ahhh, just relaxing to think about. I may only get one chukar for the entire day but that is more than enough prize for a trip like that. I might hike up and explore a new area, and find and get that one chukar on top of a mountain. Now neither my dog nor I are perfect chukar hunters, so when I hit a really challenging shot and when my dog finds that bird trying to escape a few hundred yards down the hill and out of sight of both of us but gets to the chukar before the circling golden eagle above, and then he carries that bird back up over cliffs and through deep snow before placing it in my hand...well now that's hunting to me.
I don't care what other people do, as long as they have a tag and don't waste the meat.
Certainly, killing something that I like to eat is part of it but not the only thing either.
I think that if it was just about the kill to me, then I would enjoy sitting in a duck blind along side 5-10 other paying duck hunters. I have been invited on a couple of these hunts where the guide sets up the blind, manages the dog, and does all of the calling. I then sit with my head ducked down waiting shoulder to shoulder with a bunch of guys who the guide keeps having to suggest politely that they quiet down. Then its time to raise up and fill the air with lead. These guys love it. But as I am getting pelted in the side of the face by spent shotgun shells, and have no idea if any of the falling ducks were actually hit by me, I can't help but think that this is not totally my thing, even though I could come home if I wanted with a whole pile of ducks that were prepared for me by someone who in all liklihood is probably an illegal alien.
On the other hand, I really enjoy the masochistic sport of chukar hunting which typically takes place in the middle of nowhere and surrounded by snow covered peaks and wintering animals...ahhh, just relaxing to think about. I may only get one chukar for the entire day but that is more than enough prize for a trip like that. I might hike up and explore a new area, and find and get that one chukar on top of a mountain. Now neither my dog nor I are perfect chukar hunters, so when I hit a really challenging shot and when my dog finds that bird trying to escape a few hundred yards down the hill and out of sight of both of us but gets to the chukar before the circling golden eagle above, and then he carries that bird back up over cliffs and through deep snow before placing it in my hand...well now that's hunting to me.
I don't care what other people do, as long as they have a tag and don't waste the meat.