As many of you know, I am a relative newcomer to the trad world. I have hunted since I was old enough to tag along with my dad though. Small Game, big game, I soaked it all in. My dad had some simple rules. Hit what you shoot at to put the animal down quickly. Use what you harvest...dont kill anything without reason.
I've had the privelage to hunt with my father and older brothers many many times. About ten years ago, Dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. The years since then have been a roller coaster of emotional highs and lows. My wife and I moved in to help any way we could, and for four years eeked out an existance, so that we could be there for my parents. Eventually, we had no choice but to place my father. Watching the man who taught me most of what I know virtually disappear before my eyes, and my mother's heart break each day is by far the hardest thing I have ever done.
Sorry to drag all of this into it, but I felt that those who read this could enderstand better if they knew these facts...
Why I hunt... it was instilled in me at a young age. The love of the wilderness and the animals. For me, harvesting an animal doesnt make, or break a hunt. With each step, memories of years past flood my mind. Times with dad...times alone when I proudly came home with my quarry to be greated by his smile and handshake. Hardly an instant goes by when I am not walking beside my father in one way or another. The more I explore, the more memories are triggered. I feel at peace, at home in the world my father introduced me to.
JLMBH was my second introduction to traditional archery, and I loved every second of it. The first occurred years ago, when my father showed me it was actually possible to hit something with that dusty old recurve. Eventually I moved on to compounds, the path of many bowhunters. Im back to trad now, and getting better every day. Now it is my compound that gathers dust. Every time I nock an arrow, or walk the woods, Im with my dad. Anything else that happens is just a bonus.