I find nothing more exciting than trekking through haunts of our forefathers with stories of magnificent animals seen and shot under testing conditions in hobnail boots, a bag of rice and wool clothing. Days on end, and often only a pouch of tobacco to keep them company.
Fast forward….
We have industry marketing machines and television media promoting kitchen sinks, bbqs, and fabric motels as essentials on a hunting trip. Polaris vehicles, helicopters to tops and short strolls carrying a heap of unnecessary shit a few km’s.
Hats off to NZ Hunter for putting in the hard yards, and respecting hunting for what it is.
I for sure will make sure my kids understand through experience that effort = reward, and kitchen sinks are not required.
Gripe over, sorry.
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