Ok folks, here is my latest entry into the Getting-a-life journal. October 1st, 2007 - Ahhh yes, opening day of bow season ! Cool, crisp mornings...the leaves are changing colors...and that all too familiar sound of an arrow slicing through the air towards it's intended prey Almost brings a tear to my eye Do you think Norman Rockwell might contact me about putting a picture of a deer being downed by an arrow on one of his commemorative plates?
For anyone out there searching for that testosterone rush, this is one sure way to achieve it. Hell, every hickory, maple and oak tree on my property is quivering in fear. A little lube and there is not a knot hole around that is safe (I know, I know, I'm a sick, sick boy!!!) It's a sad state of affairs when I have to explain to the DNR why the bark has been humped off of all my trees
Anyways, here is a little acoustic rendition of Fred Bear by none other than Ted Nugent......
There I was, back in the wild again And I felt right at home where I belong I had that feelin' comin' over me again Just like it happened so many times before
The spirit of the woods is like an old good friend It makes me feel warm and good inside I knew his name and it was good to see him again 'Cuz in the wind he's still alive
Oh, Fred Bear, walk with me down the trails again Take me back, back where I belong Oh, Fred Bear, I'm glad to have you at my side, my friend And I'll join you in the big hunt before too long Before too long
It was kinda dark, another misty dusk And it came from a tangle down below I tried to remember everything he taught me so well I had to decide which way to go
Was I alone or in a hunter's dream? 'Cuz the moment of truth was here and now I felt his touch, I felt his guiding hand The buck was mine, forevermore
Because of Fred Bear I'll walk down these trails again Take me back where I belong Oh, Fred Bear, I'm glad to have you at my side my friend And I'll join you in the big hunt before too long
(Another mind blowing, nerve tingling guitar riff by the Motor City Madman)
We're not alone when we're in the great outdoors We got his spirit, we've got his soul He will guide our steps, he'll guide our arrows home The restless spirit forever roams
Fred Bear, walk with me down the trails again Take me back, back where I belong Oh, Fred Bear, I'm glad to have you at my side, my friend And I'll join you on the big hunt before too long
Oh, Fred Bear, walk with me down the trails again Take me back, back where I belong Oh, Fred Bear, I'm glad to have you at my side, my friend And I'll join you in the big hunt before too long
In the wind he's still alive In the wind he's still alive In the wind he's still alive In the wind he's still alive In the wind, I hear, I hear Fred Bear
Ted - "I hear ya Fred, talk to me, yea ,it's all right. Lets go hunting baby. Say Fred, you go up on that ridge and I'll go down in the swamp. We'll get that buck"
Fred - "If some of our teenage thrill seekers really want to go out and get a thrill. Let them go up into the north west and let them tangle with a Grizzly bear or Polar bear or brown bear and get that effect that will cleanse the soul"
While I can definitely appreciate the thrill of the hunt on a visceral level, my lack of needing to hunt for food has led me to never actually hunt animals. The only hunting I've done is various baddies on first person shooter computer games.
So I'm afraid most of this discussion will be beyond me. Frankly the fact that I've never hunted does ostracize me from many of the men that live near me, as most of them hunt regularly. Some of them throw down a butt-load of cash, especially duck hunting.
Chrome
"Recollect me darlin, raise me to your lips, two undernourished egos, four rotating hips"
(Lillieperl) Yeah, nothing like pointlessly killing something beautiful and innocent to give a guy an almost spiritual rush.
Most of the bowhunters I know consider it an entirely spiritual rush...no "almost" about it. They also clean the deer and eat the meat, so I'm not sure how pointless it is.
Whaddya got against cows, pigs, chickens and fish?
Stop WaitingFeel EverythingLove AchinglyGive ImpeccablyLet Go
Cows well their eyes creep me out and the flatulence is bad for the atmosphere. Pigs everybody knows they are just dirty. Chickens really why make eggs so close to your butt hole? Can't be good. You can't cuddle a fish.
Chickens really why make eggs so close to your butt hole? Can't be good.
Four engineers were sitting around one day trying to figure out who might have designed the human body. The first fellow said, "I think it might be a Mechanical Engineer, because of joints and muscle and sense of balance." The other three nodded their heads and said, "Yeah, could be."
The second fellow said, "I think it might be an Electrical Engineer, because of the nervous system and neural network." The other three nodded their heads and said, "Yeah, could be."
The third fellow said, "I think it might be a Chemical Engineer, because of hormonal balances and metabolism." The other three nodded their heads and said, "Yeah, could be."
The fourth fellow snaps his fingers and shouts out, "I know, it HAD to have been a Civil engineer!" The other three ask "Why?"
"Well," replied the fourth fellow, "who else would run a toxic waste line right through a recreational area?"
Oh I'm sorry I missed the discussion. I was busy carrying out the guilty verdict on this BBQ glazed chicken breast. The docket for later tonight has an unruly bovine to be used in chili. The attorneys for the bovine tried to sway the jury by reason of insanity (get it? mad cow? nevermind, bad joke)
Lill, I agree with you. They are very beautiful creatures. I'm not a big fan of how alot of people "hunt." If going out and blasting everything in sight makes one a hunter, then I'm not one. In fact, I don't even own a gun. Am I against them? No, just not my cup of tea. I don't believe in using apples, carrots or any other type of bait to lure them in....sorry, thats not hunting. I'll take my occasional deer or turkey and the rest of the time I'll capture them on film
I used to bow hunt for wild boar when I lived in Florida. It becomes reaaaaaal spiritual when your taking aim at one of them as it's charging towards you (especially if you miss)
Had a little date with a ten pointer this evening, unfortunately he brought along a little doe that just couldn't seem to take her eyes off of me. They waited me out unitl I finally got a little antsy and took a shot that would have made me a legend in the hunting world....spent the rest of the evening stomping through brush looking for lost arrow
Almost brings a tear to my eye 
Do you think Norman Rockwell might contact me about putting a picture of a deer being downed by an arrow on one of his commemorative plates?
(I know, I know, I'm a sick, sick boy!!!) It's a sad state of affairs when I have to explain to the DNR why the bark has been humped off of all my trees 
