Driving north for Montana, the long drive gives plenty of time for reflection. I struggle to understand why some hunters definition of success hinges upon some score, an measure of inches. When to me the experience as a whole is indicative of success.
Case in point was that last antelope I guided. Despite taping out well over the B&C all time mark, The hunter seemed disappointed when he saw the overall horn length, and began to doubt weather it met some number he had conjured up in his mind. You could physically see the joy leaving his body when he thought it wouldn’t hit his number. He was elated after we ran the tape, but he put no emphasis on the hunt, the character of the animal, and had very little reverence for the life he had just taken.
I feel like I see this more and more and I sure wish more people looked at the hunt as an experience rather than a means to a kill. It should be a test of mental grit, perseverance, and forming a deep connection with the earth. Sadly most of the clients I take out don’t value any of those elements.
Ironically this is a photo of a tremendous bull. But what it represents to me is a lifetime of tremendous effort, it is simply a representation of all the years yearning for a moment of that caliber. That day was, in essence perfect, and is one of only a few days in my existence I felt 100% connected to the wild nature within me and the vast wilderness in which I call home.
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