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Yep: It was a family thing to hunt. My mom, grandma, dad, we all went out antelope hunting together. When I was older, my dad took me elk hunting with my uncle and cousin. It was tough hunting, because it was mountain hunting, and elk always migrated. You had to wait for the snow to be deep enough for them to come down on the way to winter range. That was man against the elements as well as for meat. You are right about the primal instincts coming out. Those times we bonded with each other, and grew beards (except I didn't have one to grow). The memories are awesome.ShannonTarver wrote: I don’t hunt or kill anything I don’t plan on skinning out and harvesting myself tom. I believe the same aspect a wasted life is a terrible thing. I grew up hunting with my dad, nephews, brothers, cousins and best friends. Hunting and fishing teaches you to appreciate life and conservationism. because you get to witness wildlife in their natural habitat while learning their patterns. You tap into those “Primal” instincts that were born with.
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