It is because of hunts with family and friends that I have developed such a passion for hunting. This article is not for those that support PETA and other groups that do not understand the need and the desire of man (and woman) to hunt. This is about becoming a better hunter in the woods, and a better person in the community.
I love to hunt. It really does not matter to me if I am sitting in a tree stand waiting for the sun to rise and illuminate the frosty world around me, or lying in a ground blind waiting for ducks and geese to come in over the decoys like planes to a landing strip. There is just something thrilling about the hunt. It is something that embeds itself in your body like a parasite you cannot get rid of. It is about sleepless nights and long days. Husbands and wives get divorced over the time spent apart or the money that gets spent on hunting equipment and trips. Some women refer to themselves as hunting widows every fall when the temperature starts to drop, and their husbands start to disappear one weekend at a time. Hell, some women are so desperate to spend time with their hunting spouse that they even join them in the woods, hunting by their side, or at least on the same hillside. Much has been written about couples that hunt together stay together.
This hunting affliction begins to slowly spread and control your life one hunt at a time until you find yourself scheduling vacations and the birth of children around the hunting seasons. You’re ordinarily good sense of fashion, your desire to wear the latest trends from the runways of New York seems to all but disappear. You now find yourself drawn to the latest and greatest camouflage patterns and scent prohibitive clothing, so you can hide undetected from your quarry in the woods where they live and roam. Gone are the days of high-end designers like Armani and Christian Dior, now you proudly wear clothes and camo designed by Drake, Realtree, Mossy Oak, and Natural Gear. Comfortable hiking boots now replace your collection of wingtips and loafers. The shiny red sports car that used to sit in your driveway has given way to a pickup truck that has an eight foot bed which your wife will never yell at you to make. Yes, you my friend have become a hunter. Proudly step out and share your newly found freedom with the world. Just make sure that you spray yourself down one more time with scent blocker; we would not want the deer to get wind of you.
We all can learn so much from the sport of hunting. It is its own unique classroom that teaches us lessons that cannot be replicated in school buildings across the country.
Tune in next week for “Lessons From the Woods”