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AirborneEScouter

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This feels a little corny and I’m not usually one to lambast the public with my thoughts, but I’m sitting here waiting for the pheasant opener and thinking about my career/life/future and how to feel and achieve success in all its facets. I have been struggling to find my drive at work lately - I’m a hard working son of a bitch, mostly instilled by the military and not ever really having been given many handouts, but I just feel a little stuck whether by virtue of my own doing or reasons outside my control. The one thing in my life that gets me going, keeps me restless and up all night (like tonight) is deer hunting. Here’s some BS for those with 5 minutes of nothing better to do than to read my musings:



A silly but true analogy/anecdote can explain what makes me tick and how I approach life. Deer hunting. Deer hunting may just be a hobby to some people, it may only be an activity for folks to get together and enjoy some nature and camaraderie. It’s more to me than just a walk in the woods. I take it seriously, every year, it is my favorite thing in the world to do. I think about it all year long. I fret about all the hypothetical scenarios I can find myself in when out in the woods. I literally lay in bed at night and think about wind, temperature, barometric pressure, lunar conditions, topography, habitat, and every other variable that might contribute to success. I think and plan about the gear I might need to be successful. I train my body to handle the stress of the hunt, and I practice with my weapon of choice and become an expert so that I can execute a clean and humane kill. I prepare until the only factor I’m not prepared for is knowing exactly what my target is thinking the exact moment I step into the woods.


I have deer hunted every year since I was 15 years old, and though I have not killed a deer ever year, I typically have. Not every deer has been a trophy, but I enjoy every second of the hunt regardless and I always enter the woods expecting that I might encounter a trophy of a lifetime. I understand that no matter how prepared I am, I still require a little bit of luck. The last 5 years of my hunting career, I have been blessed with luck and have taken several nice animals. I have also experienced failure and have walked home empty handed. No matter each year’s outcome, I enter the next season with the same if not more passion. I also continue to learn something new every year. I hone my craft and become better than I was the year before. I set an objective to harvest a mature animal, with the hope of exceeding all my prior year’s successes. Can I top my records year after year? Of course not - there will always be variables outside of my control, like parasites/disease such as EHD or CWD that diminish the number of trophy animals, poachers, natural disasters, and so on that prevent deer in my purview from growing mature. Genetics are another variable. But I always set a personal goal of killing the biggest deer I can.


What drives me to do this year in and year out is the thrill of the hunt and the ultimate success I have enjoyed in my hunting career. I would imagine that if I didn’t kill a deer for the next 5 years, I would surely lose some of the passion, maybe even go on hiatus. In prior and even recent years, I have shot deer that weren’t trophies, but I’m still successful and the journey each year keeps me coming back. I need that goal of harvesting a trophy to keep me excited. I need the annual success to keep me engaged.


This year so far has been incredible. I drew a special permit to hunt an area very special to me. I had 1 week to hunt. I was not able to harvest the trophy I wanted, but I was successful in killing a decent buck and utilized a variety of methods and techniques that led to this success - it was exhilarating the way it all came together, despite the size of the trophy. I was also lucky enough to hunt a golf course I had been working on and shot a nice buck on my first sit. I used past hunting experience and knowledge of deer as a species and it came together in one of the easiest but most gratifying hunting experiences I’ve had in years. And the season isn’t over. I have been learning how to hunt mule deer for the past 3 years, and feel poised to shoot my best deer yet this year. (I am hunting multiple states for those wondering)


What it all comes down to is this - goals, preparation, luck, and taking home wins (big AND small). I won’t always have the same opportunities to be as successful year in and year out, but it’s taking home the lessons in success and failure and knowing I put in every effort. I can look back at different seasons and recognize that my best years were my most prepared. I’ve never been lucky enough to rely on luck alone to achieve success. In summary, I think I just need to remind myself of the similarities that hunting can be applied to in life. Now if I could only kill deer with spreadsheets, emails, cold calls, negotiations, etc, I’d be unstoppable.
 
I hear ya. As a fellow Kansan I love my whitetails. I’m a little less consumed with it as I age and priorities shift, but it starts pulling on me every summer. Start thinking about plots, cameras and stand locations. This years thrill was spending this past week in the woods with my son for his first year bow hunting. No one killed a monster but I enjoyed the time spent with him. Kill some birds!
 
I enjoy the preseason about as much as deer hunting. Checking stands, trimming trails, and so on. I love it when the early hardworking results in a big one!
 
When I was young I was obsessed with how to get bigger bucks and bigger trout. I used the size as a measuring stick for success, which it can be. but it’s the least important one. At some point I realized that the important thing for me is not whether I get a big buck or big trout, but the pursuit itself. When I’m out there I’m fully alive, fully present, seeing, tasting, smelling everything. It’s about having an experience and being intimate with the natural world, which is what humans are born to do. After all We’re just big smart animals.

The racks hanging in my garage just serve as touchstones for memory of experience. The year I got the tall 3x4 we saw a whole herd of Rocky Mountain bighorns up close, and my partner near got his ass kicked by the herd ram. There’s a really dark brown rack with super knobby bases that came from a buck who was part of a bachelor herd of nice bucks that charged downhill at us scaring our horses. I think they were spooked by a cougar. As soon as they damn near ran into us they turned and hightailed it back up the ridge agaIn. There’s a slightly better than rag horn elk rack. The morning I got him i saw an all white weasel... an ermine I guess? Amazing little critter. Then we saw this herd with five bulls and I put a three hour stalk on ‘em only to come away with one of the smaller bulls. I’ve learned to enjoy the bucks and bulls that got away, the big bass that took all my line and broke me off. It makes me feel generous that I didn’t have to kill them.

I love thinking about the hunt, the trail, the camp and the gear. I spend a month getting ready, and the anticipation is almost as much fun as the event. I even love sorting and storing the gear afterward.

I’m not lecturing anyone. Just sharing this thought. For me, The things we acquire in life whether they be racks or cars or houses are only things And bring no satisfaction in themselves. The experiences we have and the things we learn while immersed in those experiences. Now that’s life!!
 
BTW your handle would lead one ot believe you were 82nd or 101st or something like that?
 
My son was a Sgt... scout sniper in the 82nd. I think 508th PIR? but maybe I got that off band of Brothers... Anyway he served in Columbia. Then after he got out with a NG firefighting unit in Idaho and was stop-lossed for Desesrt Storm. then attached to the 101st in Mosul and later down in Falujah.
 
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