So today turned into a pretty decent day. Ended up stuck in a meeting through lunch. Yeah not so much fun but when I sat down at my desk I saw this on twitter.
So there was a contest on twitter and Facebook that centered around this video:
I didn’t grow up in a hunting house hold. I had plenty of other influence from my parents towards personal responsibility through other means, including Scouts, as well as shooting. The comments about youth having a sense of entitlement is no joke though and spot on.
My father-in-law is an avid hunter. How avid? Loosing his leg didn’t stop him from hunting that year. Not only did it not stop him from shooting it, he went down the hill to gut it out too. For one reason or another he never really tried to get his daughter’s into hunting. His excuse was they never showed any interest. Which may well be true, but the option was never really presented either.
My wife has yet to have a chance to go hunting, but she does want to go. Ever since I finally was able to complete hunter’s safety and get tags something has always come up. Me thinks next year it needs to get hard-coded into the calendar. I can try to go this year but currently I have no clue where the elk are hiding in The Blues.
I’ll chat with coworkers, who knows maybe I’ll get out this year. Biggest issue around here is most people hunt in Idaho, and I’m not paying out-of-state tag fees. There’s also a chance of me heading out and hunting with Janelle’s family.
So in closing, I’ve now got a SOG Seal Pup signed by the man himself, Gunny Ermey, on the way. Well if you haven’t been reading my blog for long, I’ll let you know I do have a bit of a soft spot for SOG gear.
So yeah, if you’re a hunter, look into taking someone with you. You might be surprised at a warm reception.