So, this is my first hunting season where I literally do not have the option to hunt. I am pretty down about it, after talking with my Da on the phone today.
Mind you I am not a hunter that is after a trophy, or even a kill. I have always enjoyed the excuse to "take my gun for a walk" and just be out in the wilds. If on the occasion I was given the chance, I would down a nice buck or doe without hesitation though. This helped extend the feeling of well-being hunting gave me, as the days of preparing steaks, and processing and stuffing my trademark sausages, along with a years supply of REAL jerky were always something to look forward to.
Now, voluntarily without firearms, unable to draw a bow, and disappointingly without a crossbow due to expense, I will not be able to hunt this year. My Da described to me his first venture out in the mountains back home today on the phone. He is new to crossbow hunting and had a great time in our old stomping grounds. I really miss that. Not so much the hunting itself in this case, but the "excuse" to hang out with the males from our very large family, hunting by day and enjoying beer and nickle/dime/quarter poker games at night.
Really peeved as I have no clue what to do with myself this season. CAnnot safely be in the woods solo, due to all the damned "flatlanders" out there that have no business owning a potentially lethal weapon, and my own self invoked restriction on weapons. I could throw on some orange and tag along, but it just wouldn't be the same and, I feel, more depressing.
Even worse, I feel like I must resort to mooching to get a few steaks or some jerky. This is not a good feeling.
SIgh.
Anyone have any advice to offer? Not even fishing is an option, the rivers here are far too poluted to bother with.
Mind you I am not a hunter that is after a trophy, or even a kill. I have always enjoyed the excuse to "take my gun for a walk" and just be out in the wilds. If on the occasion I was given the chance, I would down a nice buck or doe without hesitation though. This helped extend the feeling of well-being hunting gave me, as the days of preparing steaks, and processing and stuffing my trademark sausages, along with a years supply of REAL jerky were always something to look forward to.
Now, voluntarily without firearms, unable to draw a bow, and disappointingly without a crossbow due to expense, I will not be able to hunt this year. My Da described to me his first venture out in the mountains back home today on the phone. He is new to crossbow hunting and had a great time in our old stomping grounds. I really miss that. Not so much the hunting itself in this case, but the "excuse" to hang out with the males from our very large family, hunting by day and enjoying beer and nickle/dime/quarter poker games at night.
Really peeved as I have no clue what to do with myself this season. CAnnot safely be in the woods solo, due to all the damned "flatlanders" out there that have no business owning a potentially lethal weapon, and my own self invoked restriction on weapons. I could throw on some orange and tag along, but it just wouldn't be the same and, I feel, more depressing.
Even worse, I feel like I must resort to mooching to get a few steaks or some jerky. This is not a good feeling.
SIgh.
Anyone have any advice to offer? Not even fishing is an option, the rivers here are far too poluted to bother with.