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billythekidrock:
Very well said Shadow!

ICEMAN:
Dittos shadow.

Here is one example of why I do not care to share my hunt with many guys....

First let me state that alot of my gear is old. Take the axe I bring to camp. I found this odd shaped double axe head laying on the floor of my grandfathers shop after he passed away. No handle, just a messed up very old double bit axe head, that had a bit of one blade missing, and also had been repaired with a really gross weld where the handle fits.  I spent many hours at home, filing, sanding, sharpening and preparing this axe for a new hickory handle. After a handle, I shot the whole axe with a clear coat of poly. Still a bit strange and ugly, this axe represented to me my grandfathers tough time he had in life. It represented some of my family history. It is not just an axe. It is special. I resurrected the damned thing, and my buddy has no problem ignoring my story and work, and abuses the thing, trying to split knotted rounds of wood, misses, and rock chips...  This axe represents my hunt, something that I have prepared for all year, to enjoy at that special time, and to have someone else destroy it, is unacceptable. To them it is simply an axe. "Simply hunting season, stop worrying about it..."

It is never simply hunting season.

The point of this story is to point out how special some trivial little thing about my hunt can be, and how careless others are about these things.

Things like, smoking, slamming truck doors, looking at your buddy and noticing he keeps "lasering" you with his rifle barrel, leaving trash laying around camp, too much radio talk, cooking while wearing my hunting clothes, not having ones own alarm clock, watch, compass, map, binocular, spotting scope.

When I whisper to a buddy, and he answers in a loud tone, he just doesn't get it. When a friend asks to use my binoculars, cause he doesn't have any, or his cost 20$ and are worthless, he just doesn't get it. When a buddy hasn't shot an entire box of ammo thru his gun in three years, he just doesn't get it.

It would be very hard to find someone who looks at the hunt thru my eyes. I spend time each day of the year thinking about the hunt. Many of you are probably much like me, or you wouldn't be reading this.

Most often I find myself biting my tongue, and thinking that maybe I do worry too much about this stuff. I have found that I enjoy my friends, but come hunting season, they can really wear on you.

Shadow Cat:
OUTSTANDING Iceman!!!! I know EXACTLY what you are saying. The only thing I have left of my grandfather is a meat saw that he used. Every time I pick that saw up, it is a connection back to him and I think about the hard times he and my mom went through. My grandfather grew up during the depression and shells were expensive. He taught me to be patient and wait for birds to change there angle when flying by so you could drop two or more with one shot to save shells. I thank him each time I pick that saw up for the lessons he taught me. I was eight years old when he died and I am fortyone now and they still seem like it was this morning that I learned them.

Sounds like you and I think alike Iceman... It is good to know that someone remembers the past and those who went before us.

Ridgerunner:
I think finding the ideal hunting partner is harder than finding a spouse.  Probably why I'm still looking for the "right" one.  Have a few that I do enjoy hunting with that may turn into that lifelong hunting partner, we'll see.  Well said thoughts on the subject, good thing there is an internet where likeminded folks can talk.

billythekidrock:
Great post Ice. The whole post is spot on, but the quoted portion is how I feel to a "T". I love my hunting buddies, but none of them, even my family hits all those points. (mostly the smoking and cooking) I won't trade my guys, but I find I kill more critters by myself. At least a portion (sometimes most) of every day is thinking about hunting.


--- Quote ---It is never simply hunting season.

The point of this story is to point out how special some trivial little thing about my hunt can be, and how careless others are about these things.

Things like, smoking, slamming truck doors, looking at your buddy and noticing he keeps "lasering" you with his rifle barrel, leaving trash laying around camp, too much radio talk, cooking while wearing my hunting clothes, not having ones own alarm clock, watch, compass, map, binocular, spotting scope.

When I whisper to a buddy, and he answers in a loud tone, he just doesn't get it. When a friend asks to use my binoculars, cause he doesn't have any, or his cost 20$ and are worthless, he just doesn't get it. When a buddy hasn't shot an entire box of ammo thru his gun in three years, he just doesn't get it.

It would be very hard to find someone who looks at the hunt thru my eyes. I spend time each day of the year thinking about the hunt. Many of you are probably much like me, or you wouldn't be reading this.

Most often I find myself biting my tongue, and thinking that maybe I do worry too much about this stuff. I have found that I enjoy my friends, but come hunting season, they can really wear on you.
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