Why do you hunt? I have been asked this question a time or two and sometimes it’s a hard one to answer. To the non-hunter some of the reasons just don’t click. Some people do not have the primal instinct or have that instinct unlocked. Others just have a “Disney” view of all animals. They think bears are just cute and wanna hug. When someone with this view asks the question, just about any answer you give will not be good enough or meet their satisfaction. Then again, some people ask this question with an open mind and are simply curious. Here is my answer to the question “Why do you hunt?”
My personal reason for hunting is, at its core, something that I “have” to do. I feel like God made me for this. I love to hunt and be out in God’s creation. Pursuing and matching my wits against wild game is a big part of why I hunt. I love being close to the animals and seeing how they live in their environment. The thrill of finally coming face to face with a big mature buck is the apex of all the time and effort spent calculating a plan. Enjoying friends and family while hunting is an awesome thing too. In my opinion some of the bonds you form while hunting are some of the strongest you can form. The friendships and memories made while in the field are things that seem to stick with you forever. Hunters just seem to click with other hunters. These days filling the freezer is one of the main reasons I hunt. I have a family of 5 and everyone absolutely loves venison and prefers it over store-bought meat. Obtaining pure, natural protein is an awesome feeling and providing for my family just gives me a huge sense of accomplishment and purpose.
That would be a pretty long conversation to have in public, so my simple answer to “why do I hunt” is because I am a hunter. It’s what I do.
What is your answer? I’d love to hear it.