Lemme get this straight.....
No sighting in a bow/rifle ever again, no need to. No target practice, no walk throughs, why bother, right? No shopping for new bows, or spending days down at the range just BS'ing. No scouting, looking at new areas, monitoring reprod growth, trying to track and pattern animals. No more game cameras, bait piles, or feeding stations.
No more hunting camps, sitting around telling stories, watching a campfire crackle and commenting on how good/gawdawfull the cooking is. No more pre-dawn hikes over ground so frozen it crunches, climbing into a stand/blind, watching your breath freeze in the air, and watching the sun slowly creep over the horizon, turning the sky purple and red and orange. No more rush of excitement hearing an animal, and no more kicking yourself in the butt when you realize it was a bird... again. No more anticipation, wondering if it's just a doe or if there's a buck pushing her. No more weighing whether or not to shoot the animal you have an easy shot on or wait for something better. Never again walking back into camp and telling everyone you didn't shoot the only #!!%$** animal you had a shot on all week.
No teaching this amazing experience with new hunters. No more learning new techniques and tricks from hunters more experienced than yourself. No passing on this passion with children or grandchildren, friends or family. No more working to advance the perception and benefits of hunting in the community.
If you give up all that, you are rewarded with...... drumroll please...... a big deer.
Uh, no thanks.
