Thread: Rituals - what are yours?

Live's full of big and little rituals. Help us mark important times and phases in our lives or just focus the mind on the right things at the right time.

To go hunting, what do you do to get 'in the groove'? Not just getting out hunting, but in the flow.

I know I need at least 30 minutes to fall into the easy stalking meander. That's after walking into the area for an hour or two. The first half hour of stalking always seems hard work, then it's easier. Moving from 'get there' to 'be there'.

In that half hour I'm pretty sure I find any excuse to: tighten the backpack straps (again), have that drink and wonder how much better the water from home tastes in the bush compared to at home, check the ammo pouch is securely zipped up, the bino harness is tightened, the suppressor is tightened, the bolt is still closed (on empty chamber, of course). And then I have my last conscious thought about the other part of live: 'forget about the crap at work'. And then I know I'm in the groove.

So what do you do to get in the groove?

On the last few kms to the road end Iron Maiden gets put on. Run to the hills.

My mate was riding his Honda 90 step-thru on a forestry track when he came across a massive stag slap bang in the middle of the track, stopped the bike with a foot either side, unslung his rifle, got the bolt from one pocket and inserted into rifle, dug out a round of ammo from another pocket and placed in magazine, removed scope cover, and all this time that stag just stood there looking at him, fed round into rifle and brought rifle to shoulder, released safety and aimed...yep stag was gone...when hunting now he is in the 'groove' as soon as he leaves the hut.

I always try to find a good horizontal log , at the right height, not too thick, not to thin , dry if possible to sit on and feel at home when I m doing a number two.

Ah, those great French rituals..

Laying a log off a log.

And of course I never go in the bush without my saucisson, my Camembert and a piece of baguette :-)

I try to find a virgin goat, a sharp knife and a block of edam.
A portable speaker cranking ABBA and some skin tight outfit.
Full moon usually works best.

So on the whole: One has a bush poo, one listens to Iron Maiden, one does things to a goat with a block of edam. Maybe I shouldn't have asked...

Originally Posted by MFP

So on the whole: One has a bush poo, one listens to Iron Maiden, one does things to a goat with a block of edam. Maybe I shouldn't have asked...

Could probably incorporate all of the above into one dam fine goat 'blessing' ceremony

Originally Posted by 40mm

Could probably incorporate all of the above into one dam fine goat 'blessing' ceremony

Don’t want to get caught with a goat! A guy that lived across the road from the sawmill, got caught by his wife shagging it. She was a bit upset, she moved a bed and his belongings out on to an open veranda, he was allowed inside the house for meals, but if he like goats more than her, he could live on the veranda. So that’s what happened, the first meal after that was curried goat. True story

Originally Posted by Maca49

Don’t want to get caught with a goat! A guy that lived across the road from the sawmill, got caught by his wife shagging it. She was a bit upset, she moved a bed and his belongings out on to an open veranda, he was allowed inside the house for meals, but if he like goats more than her, he could live on the veranda. So that’s what happened, the first meal after that was curried goat. True story

But you shag 1! goat

Originally Posted by 40mm

A portable speaker cranking ABBA .

thats just sick.......

Originally Posted by 40mm

I try to find a virgin goat, a sharp knife and a block of edam.
A portable speaker cranking ABBA and some skin tight outfit.
Full moon usually works best.

abba? go wash your mouth out with soap!!!!

Everything has to be ready the night before with checklists ticked. I'm a fun guy.

Hmhm, ticklists. I remember sitting in the car listening to two mates. One ribbing the other for forgetting his bolt. And when we hopped out the other realised he forgot one boot. That day I wondered what my choice of hunting mates says about me: Gunless clown on the left, jandeled joker on the right and I'm stuck in the middle.