I’ve pondered on this a lot since finding out I was going to be, and then becoming, a dad. I don’t just think about it from a hunting perspective, but I think about it for life in general. Struggle and difficult endeavors are good for everyone. Finding the happy medium of security and struggle is something my wife and I talk about a lot for our child. Not sure what the right answer is, but I know it’s not giving them anything and everything, waiting on them hand and foot.
Back to hunting:
When I started out hunting, there were no youth seasons or special pools of tags. At that time, no one was teeing up mature animals for their kids in cushy blinds with guns on bog pods; at least no one I knew did that. You were lucky if you had someone to give you a hand me down youth model Remington and let you tag along. I was one of the lucky ones.
Hunting season started on a Monday, which meant I couldn’t go until the following Saturday in my first few years. As I got older, my parents would let me skip out part or all of the opening day, if I was doing everything else in my child life well enough.
One thing that I was incredibly fortunate to experience was hunting in two areas not far apart geographically, but with night and day different game densities. One of my uncle’s was part of a large lease with hardly no game. Another uncle was part of a large lease with tons of game. It was incredibly common to not see a deer for days on end with one uncle, and incredibly uncommon to not see dozens of deer a day with the other.
My uncle with the lease with lots of deer put a rule on me when I was young that I could not shoot bucks for the first few years I hunted with him. I’m really thankful he did that. I got a lot of reps killing does when I was young, and I had something to look forward to and work towards. He explained to me that I needed the practice and needed to prove I could shoot bucks. He knew good and well that I could shoot them from the jump, but he didn’t want to spoil me. I’m forever grateful for that. I’m also forever grateful for my uncles lease with very few deer. It taught me how to actually hunt, and it taught me to appreciate hunting in target rich environments.
I think I’m going to do something similar if my daughter shows interest in hunting as she gets older. Shooting 4.5+ year old bucks out of a ground blind on youth weekend while dad is holding your iPad isn’t hunting, that’s another iteration of every kid getting a trophy.
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