Thread: Why we hunt.

Originally Posted by Ryan_Songhurst

Nice one mate, gotta be a great feeling seeing the next generation taking those first steps and planting the seed for what will become a lifetime obsession.
Its a great question to ask yourself also, why do I hunt? For me its also not about a bloodlust, nor is it only about the meat on the table. I was thinking about this very thing last week as I drove to the west coast for our Tahr trip, I was also making a bit of a video for my other halfs parents in Uruguay to watch so I was speaking my second language and having to put a lot of thought into what I was saying to try and convey my message in the correct light. For me its a whole combination of things that add up to create what it is I feel I NEED to do, its a sense of identity - "I am a hunter"
I feel totally at peace when I am hunting, I have a very high stress job that can sometimes swallow up large parts of my life, but when I have my boots on its like nothing else matters, I can relax (although some would say that freezing your ass off in the snow and rain on top of a westland mountain you just climbed with a half buggered knee isn't really relaxing) I like the knowledge that I have pitted myself against nature, and discovered my limits.
For me its not just about pulling the trigger, in fact I take a great deal of enjoyment out of just being out in the hills and as I hunt more and more, I really enjoy being able to see animals, watch them, and carry on without having to shoot everything I see, which I think is what a lot of people may think we do? I think that makes me a better hunter as just sitting and watching I have learnt ten thousand times more than I ever would have just bombing up hillsides. Now when I go out I set myself goals, challenges, and limits, and I really enjoy that.
Anyway, bunch of mumbo-jumbo there for y'all, I think a lot of the reason why I hunt are feelings that are really hard to put into words.

Totally agree with you Ryan, I started hunting only 4 years ago at the age of 55, done decades of tramping and mountaineering, but it got me off the beaten track
and I had to go 'bush' for the first time in my life........haven't looked back.......absolutely love it.....

Good on ya @BRADS.

I can garrentee I won't be that fussy ......... But I can't promise I won't grumble whinge and cry when climbing the hills

How come the rain was falling sideways?


Cheers
Pete

Originally Posted by P38

Good on ya @BRADS.

I can garrentee I won't be that fussy ......... But I can't promise I won't grumble whinge and cry when climbing the hills

How come the rain was falling sideways?


Cheers
Pete

The hills arnt too bad when theres a 90mph tail wind

Originally Posted by P38

Good on ya @BRADS.

I can garrentee I won't be that fussy ......... But I can't promise I won't grumble whinge and cry when climbing the hills

How come the rain was falling sideways?


Cheers
Pete

Wind Pete
Proper wind up there


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You're taking bookings from the local primary school now?

I'd like to take a bit out of Ryan's post,the bit about the stress during the week, I have that as well and sometimes on the weekend just can't be bothered, to mentally tired.
But sometimes you can, and when you do, when the effort is made it really worth it
Sitting looking on one side of a gorge looking out over to the other side, nobody about but the hound, he /she senses the mood and sits beside you. The nose goes onto your knee, you put your arm around his neck.
It's quiet, except for the buzz, there's always the buzz, or there should be, deathly quiet is no good.

I had a day last Monday where I looked and looked for something to shoot, it was a beautiful day, didn't see a damn thing was shootable [ bird shooting] but the hound really tried
The walk was great, and the WHP actually lay down in the back of the ute on the way home and that that means he's had a damn good day.
Me I slept the sleep of the just which too often these days doesn't happen.

Damn good post Brads, it needed thought to respond to.

For me it's food for the table, nothing else. Although, I'd shoot the bloody dog that attacks my hens if I could.

Originally Posted by kiwijames

You're taking bookings from the local primary school now?

They drove 8 hours from there school.
But they'll have the best Monday stories


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Originally Posted by Recoil

For me it's food for the table, nothing else. Although, I'd shoot the bloody dog that attacks my hens if I could.

Thats a shame mate. Theres a lot more to it then that for many

Originally Posted by Rushy

Yes it does but try and explain that to a lactose and gluten intolerant, bunny loving, tree hugging greenie vegan. Not that they are really human (more a sub species resulting from mutated spermatozoa self fertilisation of eggs from an anorexic hermaphrodite).

I don't know about that, talk to them long enough and you will find the same predator @MassiveAttack described. It's in all of us, some of use are just closer to it than others.

The Tokoroa pines. Now there is a place that makes me feel like I am home. To this day I swear that I get home sickness like withdrawal symptoms if I can't at least see a pine forest on a daily basis.

It starts from the father usually (in my case father in law)....now my 30 year old Grandson Tony and his wife Emma (both hunters) have taken their son Beau in for his first pig-hunt....apparently slept through the whole experience...how the hell will learn I ask ya.....!!!!!

frezza

Grew up on the farm, dad had a shotgun & 22 which I was introduced to early on and never looked back. It was recreation and pest destruction in those early years and then my eyes opened to the whole theme of it all. Mountains, wilderness, shear beauty and solitude of our back country, that's why I hunt and will do until it's not possible anymore.
I cast my eyes to those mountains every day.

Originally Posted by deadidick

Living in Auckland you cop a lot of shit from twats that think meat comes in a vacuum packed tray. They think we are heaterns and often look down their noses at you while standing there in their leather shoes, wool lined jackets and angora sweaters.
Suits me just fine, glad I will never see these people out in the hills enjoying nature for what it is.

That's when you tell them it is about the bloodlust.
An that time you'se caught you a city boy and he had a purty mouth ........

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