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Never Apoloigize

Hunting with our kids ensures the future of the sport

Hunting with our kids ensures the future of the sport

As hunters in today’s world we may find ourselves in a conversation with those who just do not understand our passion for hunting. Names are being thrown around, questions arise, and labels are assigned to us as if we are doing something wrong. Hunters, true hunters are sportsmen and women. We relish the adventure, the pursuit, and the challenge of pressing our wits against that of the game we pursue. Sportsmen do not separate the challenge by the expense of the hunt or the continent on which it occurs. Sportsmen are taken aback by the beauty of the pursuit, the inner challenge to be afield with one’s self or with a companion. We relish the planning as much as the reflection. True sportsmen kill what he needs, whether it is fowl or mammal or even fish. He kills what he needs for food or sport, but he never kills just for the sake of killing. Sometimes he kills for the satisfaction of having matched wits with a higher member of the food chain. Sometimes he kills for his dog who has worked so hard to find the game and expects some sort of reward for her efforts. Sometimes he kills for the kettle or grill, because few things are a tasty or healthy as wild game meat in the hands of an excellent culinary chef. Be it one trained in Paris, or on the back porch of Mississippi. Marinated and grilled mallard, or bacon wrapped quail. Perhaps it is a fine cottontail or venison steaks. Regardless, when we kill, we relish far more than the pulling of a trigger or releasing of an arrow. We relish the entire process of the participation from planning, to action to reflection.

Hunting with our dogs can add a lot to the sport

Hunting with our dogs can add a lot to the sport

Sunrises over duck marsh, the frosty breath of our Boykin spaniels lofting into the frigid morning. The twiddle of the woodcock as it flushes from between our legs. Bugles of angry bull elk echoing through the saddles of the Rocky Mountains. Mature whitetails chasing does through Midwest farm fields. All are only a part of what draws us into the wilds to witness the creation of our God that is ingrained in us from the beginning of our conception. We were born to pursue, to chase and yes to kill. But not to kill for the mere thrill of killing. No, we kill because it is a part of the process that brings to completion what began as a thought, or as a dream to be a part of a bigger concourse of humanity. From the dawn of time, humanity has hunted, it is primal, and it is necessary for many of us to connect with our ancestry.

Many do not understand the drive that so many feel in our soul. We do not hunt because we want to, we hunt because we must. It is as much a part of us as breathing. The heart that beats in us is beating to fulfill the pursuit and the passion to be afield and to challenge ourselves against nature and all she bares.

 

The joy of the hunt is something that cannot be expressed with mere words

The joy of the hunt is something that cannot be expressed with mere words

In today’s politically correct society where everything has to be justified and all behavior is chastised and ridiculed. We find ourselves as sportsmen and women with the feeling that we have to apologize for what we deem to be essential to who we are as individuals. We are characterized as ignorant blood thirsty killers who have a total disregard for the animals we hunt. Sure we know about the conservation efforts by hunters. We understand that it is because of us that the wild turkey flourishes across the country. We know that it is because of the hunters that the population of the whitetail deer is fifteen million times larger than it was in 1900. We see the decline and return of the ruffed grouse and woodcock. This is why we self-regulate our sport. We impost fees on ourselves, reduce bag limits, and even manage our properties for the betterment of all species.

Because of all of this, I personally feel it is vital that we never apologize for being a hunter. Rather, than apologizing, represent the sport with dignity and grace. Support the species you believe in with your time and dollars. Join the Quality Deer Management Association, or the National Wild Turkey Federation, or Pheasants Forever, or The Ruffed Grouse Society. Support Safari Club International and the NRA and educate those who disagree with our passion with facts.

Being a hunter is something to relish, cherish and to promote. It is our sport and our lifestyle. It is up to us as hunters to represent the sport in a positive manner. Because, just as I don’t apologize for being human, or male, or a husband or father, I will not apologize for being a hunter.