I just was relaxing from another week of nonstop “honey-do” projects and turned the hunting shows on television to rest a bit before writing Struttin’ Time.
Two of three hunting channels were showing “long-range hunting.” I am not comfortable with that method that people are calling “hunting” so I just came ahead to do Struttin’ Time. Is it really hunting to shoot at the hunted, 700 or more yards out?
What happened to the day when my father would take off his boots to sneak upon a bunch of squirrels — to get close to action, and as he called it? What happened to the day when hunters would walk to the top of a mountain to sit at our favorite hickory, well before daylight, to hunt squirrels?
As with everything else, people have gone soft, and the least they can put into anything the better they like it. My dad, who loved to hunt and fish, would not even know either sport if he was alive today. Instead of walking to the top of a mountain, today’s hunter, for the biggest part, climbs aboard a four-wheeler, finds the nearest logging or strip road, and rides to the top. Instead of letting the dogs run wild boars, hunters now climb into helicopters and run the wild boars, shooting them from the sky.
Instead of fishing all over a lake to find the fish, we now use fish finders and GPS equipment. Instead of hunting or fishing for the love of it, we now have teams that compete with each other to see who can score the most points. Hunting is not about killing anything from a thousand yards out, nor is fishing about who can catch the most for money.
Hunting, in my world, is about getting out, and taking a walk on the land that God has loaned us, and much of the time, walking with God in the quiet and peace of His handy work.
Fishing is about being on or around the water with family and friends. You may disagree, and that is fine, but I like my world better than theirs.