To me the reasons why I hunt are not easily explained. Don't get me wrong, I like all the simple reasons like, being outdoors, enjoying nature for what it is, the fresh air and exercise I get. Or like being able to spend time with friends and family. There's nothing quite like being able to see the woods wake up in the morning. The birds are the first to start singing, signaling the start of another new day. The woods go from an inky black to a light gray, then before you know it you can start to make out the faint shapes in front of you.
I don't know what it is, but for me it's all so refreshing. Most people think that we go hunting to kill things, and although that is the desired outcome for most of us. I can't exactly explain what it is for me. It's something deeper than all of that. It's almost spiritual in a sense. I guess I go because I love to hunt, and hunt is the key word here, not kill. I love everything leading up to when I first see the animal. The scouting of my hunting area, the preseason practice with friends, buying all the accessories that I will need for the hunt, And the countless hours spent daydreaming about the hunt.
To me just seeing the animals that you are hunting is reward enough, and if by chance I do harvest an animal than thatís just icing on the cake, But if I donít then there's always the next hunt. I put so much time and effort into my hunting that it's not any one thing. Its combination of everything that keeps me coming back for more.