Oh I enjoy hunting with friends.........a good breakfast with buds, recapping old hunts, a few god ribbings, then head out to push rabbits on the snow.
More social, less stress............the first fired WW hull takes me back to being a kid 40 plus yrs ago. Love that smell.
Deerhunting is more pressure, scent control, prep.............it's work. I sometimes wonder if it's worth the hassle............being a detail freak and all. But it's in the blood. I lose weight during deer season, work and hunt....push myself to extreme. Always have. Proly means I'll die in the woods.
After turkey season I just mope all summer..........until Sept 1 and dove season.
It's the first day I awake from hibernation. With no more groundhogs to shoot, my tolerance for bug spray, heat and chiggers and ticks...........after turkey season I stay out of the woods.
Used to hit it hard when younger. Not anymore.
Nope. A good day of dove, go 2 maybe 3 times and call it quits.........gets the blood pumping.
Then it's time to hammer down about bow season. Used to shot 3D but gave that up, too many idiots and sissies these days. I ditched all my gear and went trad many moons ago........much happier. But then I have always loved recurves.
Functional art.
Bowhunting......the art, the athletics, the physics, the biology, the forensics, woodsmanship, and self discovery.....probably the best sport there is.
Fletching some arrows on the kitchen counter as I type.........for another old Blackwidow. I work seconds, went to bed not all that long ago.
Am up.............fletching.
More social, less stress............the first fired WW hull takes me back to being a kid 40 plus yrs ago. Love that smell.
Deerhunting is more pressure, scent control, prep.............it's work. I sometimes wonder if it's worth the hassle............being a detail freak and all. But it's in the blood. I lose weight during deer season, work and hunt....push myself to extreme. Always have. Proly means I'll die in the woods.
After turkey season I just mope all summer..........until Sept 1 and dove season.
It's the first day I awake from hibernation. With no more groundhogs to shoot, my tolerance for bug spray, heat and chiggers and ticks...........after turkey season I stay out of the woods.
Used to hit it hard when younger. Not anymore.
Nope. A good day of dove, go 2 maybe 3 times and call it quits.........gets the blood pumping.
Then it's time to hammer down about bow season. Used to shot 3D but gave that up, too many idiots and sissies these days. I ditched all my gear and went trad many moons ago........much happier. But then I have always loved recurves.
Functional art.
Bowhunting......the art, the athletics, the physics, the biology, the forensics, woodsmanship, and self discovery.....probably the best sport there is.
Fletching some arrows on the kitchen counter as I type.........for another old Blackwidow. I work seconds, went to bed not all that long ago.
Am up.............fletching.