Without the hunt, would the scenery be as beautiful? Without the hunt, would the animals draw our attention as easily? Would every sound snap you to attention, and make your heart beat a bit faster? Without the hunt, would you take as much notice of the feel of your bow, the heft of your shafts and taughtness of your string? Would you notice the bind in your clothing as you try a practice draw from you stand, while bundled up on a cold day, without the hunt? Without the intent to kill, that day, would it be different? Less shiny, less musical, less spiritual? I think we as hunters all go to the woods, primarily to hunt....to kill, and the emotions brighten the whole picture for us?
If the deer hid in the nastiest hole in the woods, I'd sit there, instead of where the view was better. I'd endure the colder weather to get a shot, wait for hours in a blizzard, get up early and walk through the dark on a moonless morning to climb into a dark tree...and it all is magical, because of my intentions that day.
Topic: this is why we hunt (Read 766 times)
