On April 1, 2019, I set out with my father to enjoy a day of fishing in Upstate NY, as their season had just opened. We loaded up the truck and headed to the stream, it was a chilly morning, the kind where it is hard to tie flies because your hands are instantly numb.
Killing an animal is always bitter sweet. Its sweet because you can provide clean sustenance to your family, help with conservation, and get the gratification of your arduous work coming to fruition. But its bitter because you respect these animals so much. We gained a tremendous amount of respect for elk and elk hunters over our long week. We were in awe as to how big they were, and yet they could disappear into the mountain.
As we get older and gain more experience in the woods, utilizing skills and tactics that you have learned over the years, seems to bring a little more success. You start to harvest bigger game and find out what works and what doesn’t for your hunts. However, no matter how many deer you harvest that first buck always stays with you.
I have never been much of a prepper or whatever it is called, but I like to consider myself ready. In the recent history of the United States and more so throughout the entire world, there have been ample situations of civil disturbances