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Started by Grey Owl, June 08, 2017, 11:57:12 AM
Quote from: sixbird on June 08, 2017, 12:34:33 PMAmmo....Never fails whenever I find some that's "killer", they change to something else!
Quote from: Happy on June 09, 2017, 06:54:05 AMActual hunting magazines. Not sales brochures. Where stories were told and the writer could actually write. They don't make hunters like they used to come to think of it. Where men would actually hunt and endure bad weather, weren't scared to drag a deer a couple miles, walk for hours and actually enjoy the process. Nowadays it's all electric buggies and shooting shacks, private game farms and cry when you don't kill something. I miss the smell of trails end and oiled leather mixed with the smell of my grandma's cinnamon rolls coming out of the oven as grandad got ready for opening day of deer season. I miss the days of just hanging the deer in a tree out in the yard and just the overall sense of excitement and wonder I had as a child experiencing these things. When it was all new to me and I could only daydream about when I could finally go.Some of it is my fault. Time has jaded me to a point. I have killed plenty of game in 22 years. The edge has kind of been worn off. I still love hunting,mainly turkeys but it just ain't the same as when I was itching to get a gun in my hands and be allowed to go. I really believe most hunters are born that way. I am a lot more like my grandad than my dad. I have always been drawn to the woods and have a rambling spirit when it comes to hunting. Always something to see over the next hill. My grandad has noticed it as well. One of the biggest compliments he gave me was when he came over earlier than was expected for a family gathering one spring a few years ago. I came in from turkey hunting and he came out to look at the bird and he put his hand on my shoulder as we were walking back and said "my grandson the turkey hunter". "I never really cared to hunt turkeys that much myself but I knew a couple of them and they were all good men and darned good hunters." From an old Irishman that doesn't express his feelings much I don't think it could get much better than that. Sorry to ramble but I think I miss the old days and the old mindset more than the gadgets.Sent from my SM-G800R4 using Tapatalk
Quote from: Chris O on June 09, 2017, 01:21:28 PMQuote from: Happy on June 09, 2017, 06:54:05 AMActual hunting magazines. Not sales brochures. Where stories were told and the writer could actually write. They don't make hunters like they used to come to think of it. Where men would actually hunt and endure bad weather, weren't scared to drag a deer a couple miles, walk for hours and actually enjoy the process. Nowadays it's all electric buggies and shooting shacks, private game farms and cry when you don't kill something. I miss the smell of trails end and oiled leather mixed with the smell of my grandma's cinnamon rolls coming out of the oven as grandad got ready for opening day of deer season. I miss the days of just hanging the deer in a tree out in the yard and just the overall sense of excitement and wonder I had as a child experiencing these things. When it was all new to me and I could only daydream about when I could finally go.Some of it is my fault. Time has jaded me to a point. I have killed plenty of game in 22 years. The edge has kind of been worn off. I still love hunting,mainly turkeys but it just ain't the same as when I was itching to get a gun in my hands and be allowed to go. I really believe most hunters are born that way. I am a lot more like my grandad than my dad. I have always been drawn to the woods and have a rambling spirit when it comes to hunting. Always something to see over the next hill. My grandad has noticed it as well. One of the biggest compliments he gave me was when he came over earlier than was expected for a family gathering one spring a few years ago. I came in from turkey hunting and he came out to look at the bird and he put his hand on my shoulder as we were walking back and said "my grandson the turkey hunter". "I never really cared to hunt turkeys that much myself but I knew a couple of them and they were all good men and darned good hunters." From an old Irishman that doesn't express his feelings much I don't think it could get much better than that. Sorry to ramble but I think I miss the old days and the old mindset more than the gadgets.Sent from my SM-G800R4 using TapatalkI miss the more simple times as well when not every one was trophy hunting.They all grow food plots now and surround everything with trail cams and name all their deer and make their hit list then make fun of someone who shot a 110 inch 8 point buck. I don't care what anyone shoots if a fork horn makes you happy that's great.
