My Dad took me hunting when I was young. He died in a airplane accident when I was 13 years old. Two of my brothers carried the torch well...I hunted, but it wasn't the same for me.
As I became older, I started to yearn for how hunting took me to places a person would otherwise never go...ever...too brushy...too far with no destination (lake, mountain, etc.)...no regular visitor to the outdoor actually visits these places. The challenge of archery hunting, the search for solitude, and the urge to visit these places again brought hunting back to me with a vengeance.
Thank you Dad.
As I became older, I started to yearn for how hunting took me to places a person would otherwise never go...ever...too brushy...too far with no destination (lake, mountain, etc.)...no regular visitor to the outdoor actually visits these places. The challenge of archery hunting, the search for solitude, and the urge to visit these places again brought hunting back to me with a vengeance.
Thank you Dad.