Wish I had the time and the money to become a hunter.
Sadly, the state government bureaucrats are making it prohibitively difficult to hunt, and state wildlife mismanagement doesn’t help.
Why hunt when you can sit in the comfort of your home and blow people away in video games? Or, go to some paint ball establishment and shoot at your buddies in make believe urban warfare? Just asking ...
In the Old World, the game belonged to the King. In the New World, the game initially belonged to the common man.
Now, through ever-increasing state and federal government regulation, the New World game belongs to the state.
Sorta coming full circle.
Take a young person hunting ping!
I’m not a hunter, but have no qualms about it. Texas imported some mule deer into the area around my farm several years ago and they have really taken off. I counted 23 while I was out there last week. I didn’t realize there were so many. I called around to my hunter friends to try and find someone ... anyone ... who could come out during the one week they allow hunting in Bailey County, but nobody was available. Had I given them a few more weeks’ notice, they may have been able to come, but not this year.
I’m wondering how many we will have next year and whether I should prepare to do some feeding over the winter. I hate to see them get overpopulated.
I think the herd has decided to adopt me. The last day I was out there mowing, they actually sat in the middle of the area I was mowing and watched me go round and round. I can just imagine what’s going through their heads. “Those humans. Why can’t they just sit still for a little while?”
Once upon a time I would go to a few big land owners around here and ask permission to hunt on their land. I was only expected to act as though I had good sense. As time went on, more and more sections of land were only opened to the highest bidder, and I lost out.
Today, when I am too old and feeble to even think about dragging a deer out of the woods, I can’t even think about just going in, with a camera, and taking pictures. No way can I afford it.
If I was a teenage, wannabe hunter, I couldn’t even hope.
My thirteen year old is going out with his dad in the morning. We have state game lands just a short walk from the house.