Most of us in quiet times tend to drift off into the past calling up and reliving special times. To me that happens quite often but I began wondering why? What makes some moments, some trips or some days more special than others? I’ll bet right now you can think of one such memory with no difficulty at all – Right? Recent research indicates that we find more pleasure in the pre-planning and anticipation prior to an event than the actual event itself. Why is it that the drive to a destination or walking to a duck slough on opening morning is so much easier than the trip home or luggin’ gear back to the truck at the end of the day? Why is it that ducks with wings set over decoys, a buck stepping into view or a dog on a solid point brings with it so much more adrenaline than a duck floating among decoys, the buck lying in the forest leaves or the gaudy rooster in hand? For me personally I have no answer but I know it’s true.
Now back to the “memorable hunts” from above. There are many very special ones that come to mind instantly. It might be the day in my youth when dad and I sat on the northwest side of Uncle Paul’s slough. I had the patience of a kid so an hour into the day was relocating to a new and “better” spot when from the south two large flocks of mallards appeared. I hid as the first circled and circled eventually landing right in front. The other circled the same way until I couldn’t stand it any longer. Jumping up I pulled the hammer on that 16 ga. single and shot into the flock. Reloaded and fired again and again a third time as they flew off. Dad’s semi-auto Remington barked 3 times scoring each time on a curly-tailed drake mallard. I missed but it was sooooo cool! Another was Erik’s first buck. Hunting farm country a big buck came busting from the corn at mach 5. I shot and missed 5 times before that little guy pulled up his youth model 20 ga and fired. The buck came skidding to a halt in that plowed field stone cold dead. Out of breath we got to the deer together. He was so excited his words were all jumbled together. Still another was with
Well another of those memorable moments happened along last weekend on the
I share these stories because it would seem that many if not most of these memorable hunts aren’t so much about what we shoot, how big or how many but about the people, the family, the happenings of the day and the experience that gives it a special spot in our memories! Think back on some personal to you – are we right? Perhaps just perhaps there’s a lesson here!!!!
Good Luck and wishing you a great hunt making a memorable one the next time out!