Age and Hunting
 

You know I was in the mountains hunting last week and while I was sitting there thinking of how I have always hunted and will through this out for us to kick around.
I have always hunted alone and now with getting a little older I am thinking this may not be the right practice. What the heck would a guy do if the old ticker started acting up or a number of other things ? Might be kind of hard finding a good hunting partner at this age but I may just start looking.

yea know what you mean .bein thinking about same thing .Ive bein switching from tree stands to ground blinds.falling is my biggest fear .person should let someone know what area your in before you leave

Nulle, as kid didn't go this year, at my kids insistance, I carried an aquantance. I found out, after the fact, that any altitude above 7k bothers him and that he was subject to seizures. None
of which I wase aware of.....this was gonna protect ME?
You are right, it may be dificult to find a good partner...I think we are both picky who we go in the brush with! (or I thought I was)LOL. I just watch where I go and pace myself.
Good luck
Dan

I have ever rarely gone hunting on my own. For the most part, I hunt with my father all the time or one of his/my friends. What sucks is when they are sick of they just do not feel like going hunting. What I find hard about finding people to hunt with is that a lot of people are stand offish about hunting with other people.

I would invite guys to hunt with me, but I am so worried that they are going to have to drive a ways and it might be a goose egg day (i.e., we don't get anything). Delduck and I were talking about getting together to hunt over in Delaware this year and I think he felt a little worried that it might be a slow day when I hunted with him. I tried to reassure him that I didn't care because that is part of hunting.

By the way, I am 34 and always worry about something going wrong while I am out in the woods or marsh. Of course, having the cell phone with me gives me some reassurance, but I try to go into the woods/marsh as prepared as possible.

I never came out of a Hunting Family as WWll took care of that for dad . What I have done and learned has been on my own so now I hunt secluded areas away from people and it takes some time to get into these areas and many hunters don't want to make the effort and also killing game is not Top on my list anymore its just being out .
Cell phones are just excess stuff as no coverage in some areas I hunt.

curt

some of my sentiments also, don't really care if i harvest anything or not. thats not the important thing. just being out and smelling the woods and seeing the animals is enough for me.

being out and taking a break, take out the thermos having a hot cup of coffee, lighting up a cigarette and just enjoying being out. if they find me dead consider that i died a happy man.

Thats why we call it Hunting- killing is a bonus.

I agree completely with you guys regarding the hunting/killing issue. The only time I feel bad is when my retriever doesn't get any work. Where I am at in life is shooting a couple of birds here and there and making sure the dog has a good time. I don't care anymore if I shoot my limit, I just like to get out and hunt.

Nulle your just being paranoid. I've hunted with Nulle and he's like an old mt. goat. Up and down draws chasing grouse didnt bother him a bit. Curt only the good die young, so you'll probably live forever!;)

Ya your right = what the heck am I talking about LOL.

Afew years ago, I decided to bow hunt a few days after Christmas,before the Archery season ended on Dec.31, 2005
I went to a friends hunting camp near Mt. Storm, I met them at the end of the road, and they told me to put my truck in 4-wheel drive, 4-6 inches of snow and wind was getting up. Made it to camp after busting through a couple drifts, they had been to the camp earlier, and built a cozy fire for me. They said they would be back in the next day to check on me, wrong... the wind got up that night about 1 a.m. when I got up to check the fire, I looked out the window and it looked like a sand storm, only it was snow blowing and drifting. Well, after three days, there was a dozer that a energy company had went past the camp knocking open the snow drifts, and I was able to get out. When I got back everyone said I was crazy, because I was by myself & snowed in,but those were three beautiful days, I bowhunted, without any luck, a bear hound appeared at camp one night, he was an old dog probably his last year of hunting, he was tired and foot sore from running bear in the snow, so I left him in camp, fed and watered him, he lay by the stove and slept. He was great company, his owner came by the camp the last afternoon and got him, I told him he was wore out, and I kept him inside with me and gave him food & water, most bear hunters don't want you feeding their hunting dogs, but since he was so old & possible his last hunting years, the owner thanked me for taking care of him.

Hey, I just turned 53 this past September, and I still hunt a great deal by myself. But even though I didn't kill anything bowhunting, those were three peaceful days that will remain with me for a long time.

(Continued) See I'm getting old, I automaticly added 2005 to Dec. 31. Afew years ago wouldn't be 2005
Have Mercy on me and the bear hound

every day i wake up i read the paper. i anxiously check the obits and if my names not in there and if i feel like it i go fishing or hunting.

I'm an insulin dependant diabetic. I had a problem with one of the pills I have to take and was taken off it, and my blood sugar elevated a bunch. So I had really cut back on what I ate again trying to get it lower. Yesterday evening I went hunting and had to carry quite a bit of stuff back to where I wanted to set up. On my way out my blood sugar dropped back on me and I began to wonder if I was going to make it out. I got extremely weak and had to sit down and rest a couple of times. And knowing that nobody knew where I was at and I was back in a sort of remote area was something that sort of worried me. Fortunately, I wasn't far from my 4-wheeler and made it back to it.
I wish I could find someone to hunt with, but I don't make friends easily I guess. And then I can't make plans to far in advanse as I don't always know how I am going to feel the next day and may not want to go hunting anyway. But, like one of the other guys said, if I die out hunting, I'll die happy.

Nulle, Having grown up in SD I see where the black hills are the place someone does not want to be if some thing should happen. There is plenty of other hunters in need of a good hunting pal just start talking.