I always enjoyed the hunt. The kill was part of the hunt, too me it was, what made the hunt successful. That being said I never had to kill something for the hunt to be fun. I hunted with my dad at a very young age and hunted up until a couple of years ago. I still go out with the dog, and when I do it’s for the hunt not the kill as the guns stay home. I like the early morning or the late afternoons. It’s about getting out of the city, admittedly I’m usually carrying a camera and a fishing rod.
I only recall one hunt where I wish I hadn’t been there. It wasn’t because of the hunt it was a result of the people in the hunt. The hunt was very successful 3 antelope out of four tags. The unsuccessful hunter had opportunities to fill his tag yet when the end of our hunt was near and we were packing up he went on a rant blaming everyone of us successful hunters for his failures. It was a long drive home and I never hunted with him again.
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