Hunting
Hunting is a skill when done right. Months before the season you begin scouting territory, you learn to see the difference from one track to another. Was that a doe track, was it a buck track? Each and every year you under take hunting you learn something new. You learn that game will change patterns according to food, water, cover, and activity levels. You read books about it, you read magazine articles about it you apply it to where you are and learn from it. You learn to read trails, you look for scrapes, rubs, bedding areas, dens, what ever it is you are hunting. You then place your stand where you think your best chance is, or where you can best conceal yourself on the ground. You read the prevailing winds for the time of year you're in.
In the preseason in conjunction with the above, you're making trips to the range checking your sights, loads, and target practice. Depending on where you're going, you check your tent, sleeping bag, blaze orange if required, and other equipment you might need. You shop at Gander Mt., Cabella's, Bass Pro, or what ever venue you choose. You make arrangements for hunting licenses's where you're going, tags, permits etc.
The day arrives and there you are in the woods, still dark, freezing your back side off, wondering if it has all been worth it, when that 10 point buck walks into view. You don't see all of him at first, maybe just a leg or tail movement, or maybe you see horns glissen in the sun light. Your heart starts pumping adrenilin into your system, you worry you may not be able to stop shaking long enough to take the shot, or the deer might hear your heart thumping ninety miles an hour. It's pounding in your head for sure.
You try to settle your nerves and ease you weapon into a good steady shooting position. You try to remember what all the experts have said. "Don't look directly at them, they'll feel your eyes on them." All sorts of things will start playing mind games with you. "Did I chamber a round once I got settled in, how far is it, is he/she going stop, and you ease into position." Cross hairs line up on that small place on the shoulder, the safety clicks off, and you begin adding pressure on the trigger. Recoil belts you in the shoulder momentarily taking your eyes off the game. You recover, looking through your scope, you see nothing, you look more and you begin to wonder, "Did I miss?"
Your heart is beating so hard and fast you begin to think is Iron Butterfly playing Ina Gadda Da Vita just two stands away from you. Your eyes squint, then you see it. It might be just a last twitch of the tail, the white under belly of your deer, or a horn glissen in the sun light but you know he's down and he's yours. You climb down, and begin your trec out to "your" deer. When you get just so close you check to make sure he's down. You throw twigs, then closer, then a muzzle poke and you realize he's down and out for the count. He's your's, in the bag and you are finally on the last stanza of Ina Gadda Da Vita. You squat down beside him, grasp his horns and amaze yourself at his size and stature. Some men thump their chest right now, some bow their heads in prayer, some stroke the animal in wonder.
Now the work begins, dragging out, loading on a 4 wheeler, back to camp, skinning, quartering out, and finally cutting up for an ice chest. You'll tell the story ten times at least around the camp fire that night and have the bragging rights for days to come until one larger is taken. If you recovered the bullet, it will mean more to you than your 5 year service pin at work. Each time you go to make venison chili, or cook what ever meal you cook using his meat the entire hunt will come back to you.
Why do I hunt?
ACTS 10:13 from your Bible