I copied this from Ohio Sportsman Archer forum, if you like this you can find the full post there. It really reminds me of my son and daughter who are my hunting partners.
I hunt because my father hunted, and he took me with him, and so we built a bond that I still cherish. And because his father hunted, and his father's father, and all of the fathers in my line and yours, as far back as those fathers who invented spears and axes and recorded their adventures with pictures on the walls of caves.
I hunt because I am convinced, as many anthropologists argue, that prehistoric man was a hunter before he was a farmer, and because the genetic drive remains too powerful for me to resist. I do not need to hunt to eat, but I need to hunt to be fully who I am.
My father started me off hurting when I was 12, got my first buck when I was 14. I started my son hunting when he was 4 years old he didn't carry a rifle but he was by my side every time I went out. By the time he was old enough to hunt (age 12 at the time in PA) he knew the woods better than the guys I hunted with for years. My daughter also hunted with me until she discovered boys or vice versa. He is now 57 and I'm 77 and we still hunt every chance we get, my daughter 53 will come up from Florida when she can to hunt with us along with my grandson.
I hunt because my father hunted, and he took me with him, and so we built a bond that I still cherish. And because his father hunted, and his father's father, and all of the fathers in my line and yours, as far back as those fathers who invented spears and axes and recorded their adventures with pictures on the walls of caves.
I hunt because I am convinced, as many anthropologists argue, that prehistoric man was a hunter before he was a farmer, and because the genetic drive remains too powerful for me to resist. I do not need to hunt to eat, but I need to hunt to be fully who I am.
My father started me off hurting when I was 12, got my first buck when I was 14. I started my son hunting when he was 4 years old he didn't carry a rifle but he was by my side every time I went out. By the time he was old enough to hunt (age 12 at the time in PA) he knew the woods better than the guys I hunted with for years. My daughter also hunted with me until she discovered boys or vice versa. He is now 57 and I'm 77 and we still hunt every chance we get, my daughter 53 will come up from Florida when she can to hunt with us along with my grandson.
