Thread: The Way It Was

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.