Man I love hunting

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So I sat tonight had a couple of does come in the older bigger one blew once she got my scent but man I had a great time I love hunting even if I don’t get a shot off like tonight

What about y’all do you just enjoy being out there?
 
As Progressive as Theodore Roosevelt is said to be, he also said something about man, even if he lives in a city, should have the choice to get out in wild country.

Hunting, and fishing too for that matter, gives you time to just relax and take a few deep breaths and clear your head. If people would get their heads out of their not-so-smart phones and look around...
 
Took a good friend out today for his first deer hunt. We joked around in the popup blind and watched the crowd, squirrels, and a hawk. And then around 5:30 or so 3 or 4 bucks come creeping in. One shooter and 2 or 3 very young spikes or forks. It was tough to get a count on the smaller ones since the area we are hunting is so dense. The small ones came in around 20 yards and stared the blind down for 2 or 3 minutes or so. The shooter came as close as 45 yards and stood broadside but was obviously not comfortable with coming any closer. They hung around for about 5 minutes total before walking back then way they came. They didn't audibly bust us and didn't run away, but they knew something was amiss. Hopefully we don't get rained on too hard tonight and also hopefully we will have better luck in the morning. Would really like for him to be able to let some blades fly!
 
I feel sorry for the city slickers. Few get to see the sun come up or set. Few have heard the world come alive at day break, especially during turkey season. There are few sights that equal a brace of mallards coming into your stool on cupped wings or a flock of teal blasting by five feet off of water. They don't know what it is like to nearly step on a covey of Bobwhites. I have truly been blessed living here. I hunt because it was ingrained into me. Thanks Lord.
 
As Progressive as Theodore Roosevelt is said to be, he also said something about man, even if he lives in a city, should have the choice to get out in wild country.

He was actually one of my dearest heroes, until I found out he corresponded with Margaret Sanger, and his replies seemed to be in favor of [white] Eugenics. Other than that he wasn't a "progressive" as they use the term today.

TR and Horace Kephart, and George Washington Sears, and even Thoreau were right about folks needing to get into the woods.

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Being in the woods is therapeutic for me. Nothing like getting in my stand long before sunrise and hearing the forest wake up. Hunting is one of the few things that truly allows me to decompress from the daily grind of my job. The countless hours sitting in the woods results in a soul searching opportunity like no other..... wish I was in the woods right now.
 
So I sat tonight had a couple of does come in the older bigger one blew once she got my scent but man I had a great time I love hunting even if I don’t get a shot off like tonight

What about y’all do you just enjoy being out there?

I agree 100%. I'd say it's being outdoors but I have a hard time enjoying fishing if I don't get anything. I think it has more to do with becoming familiar with the land. Knowing the features and dynamics of a particular area is really rewarding. The more you come back, the more you learn about God's creation and to me you can't beat that. Hunting creates a respect and appreciation for nature that goes beyond what those tree huggers claim to stand for.
 
I feel sorry for the city slickers. Few get to see the sun come up or set. Few have heard the world come alive at day break, especially during turkey season. There are few sights that equal a brace of mallards coming into your stool on cupped wings or a flock of teal blasting by five feet off of water. They don't know what it is like to nearly step on a covey of Bobwhites. I have truly been blessed living here. I hunt because it was ingrained into me. Thanks Lord.

I live in town but I'm lucky to have been raised in the country and I live on the outskirts so the woods are a short drive and that's where you'll find me every weekend!
 
Endorphins? :D

I enjoy the excitement-rush of preparing for the hunt & getting to the stand, followed by the relaxing quiet of the woods and then the repeat excitement-rush (if I'm lucky) of the harvest. I also sleep a lot better if I'm out all day hiking & stalking game.
 
I enjoy hunting new spots and places. Some folks hunt "their stands" years on end. That would be boring for me. Scouting and hunting new territory is exciting because you don't know what to expect.

My granddaughter and I sat on a clearing the evening I found the spot in a new WMA. 15 min. after we set up a large doe with a large coyote on her trail went busting through the clearing. I was elated seeing the action. My granddaughter had her nose stuck in her phone and missed it.
 
Yeah, it's definitely about being there.

Most of what you hear about success/failure is industry hooey... them trying to sell you stuff... "antler mania" and the notion that you must get the biggest-deer-ever every time you go out. I know this is deer season and all, but you know, not all hunting is for deer.

All you need to hunt is time, patience, whichever weapon, a good pair of boots, and a good place to just sit back and relax, or walk, and enjoy the show.
 
I grew up hunting. I think I started when I was about 10. I hunted rabbits by myself with a 22 that someone gave me. I lived with my mom. My parents were divorced and she didn't know I was hunting in the desert by myself with a rifle that one of her boy friends gave me. I kept it hidden from her and never told her I had it. I eventually moved in with my dad who was an avid hunter. I hunted deer with him up until I graduated from HS and went into the Navy. When I got out of the Navy I started deer hunting again, mostly with friends. I had some success because I knew how to hunt and hunted with people that had plenty of experience. I owe that to my dad who had some very good hunting skills which he passed on to me.

I stopped hunting for many years but took up bird hunting with dogs again in my 40's. I continued hunting until I was about 60 when I gave it up. I don't miss it much until the fall rolls around and I remember all of the dogs and people I hunted with. Those were the good times and for sure never to be replaced or forgotten. For me it was a part of my life and who I am. It's hard to explain to people who have never hunted. It more or less becomes a part of who you are. Lots of people these days just can't seem to get their head around it. I think that has a lot to do with never having the experience and the ever increasing public condemnation of hunting.

As more people move and start living in an urban environment they become disassociated with the land. Hunters are in tune with the land and what needs to happen for a balanced ecology. Just about every hunter I've ever known was a conservationist.
 
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Congrats! He's a beauty! Bigger than my first buck was!

I am coming up on my 4th deer season ever (don't bow hunt so it starts for me in 9 days). I feel the fever you have. This year I am going to hunt a whole bunch of public land (I still have my hunt club membership but right now I just can't imagine sitting staring at the same food plot i stared at last year), so I have been doing Google-Earth scouting for hours a day and now that I have a bunch of locations I want to climb a tree in on my vacation week coming up, I am watching 10-15 day wind forecasts like they are Mega-Millions numbers.
 
Where I am, I've found it nearly impossible to play the wind... it's bad to swirl. That said, these deer here seem to pick out camo quicker than anything. And who says deer don't look up? :D

And yeah, in post #17, that's a fine buck... looks like a nice symmetrical 6pt from here. I'm wondering what general part of the country he's out of.
 
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Mustang he is out of Mo and I’m out tonight for rifle season no luck yet but we are trying
 
There's something very honest about hunting. Stocking your freezer with meat you harvested yourself. Hiking to your blind or stand in the dark. The fresh air. The quiet of the wind blowing through the trees.

Even if I strike out. I still feel renewed after a day in the woods.
 
Saw one yesterday, too far and moving too fast to attempt a shot. No problem, just means I can go out again! There was a moment when things were so still and quiet that I actually heard my own heartbeat. Can’t remember the last time that happened. It’s good to have proof I’m still alive! :thumbup:
 
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