If you knew it was going to be your last hunt because ya knew your time was near,what would yas hunt for?
Always wanted to hunt caribou, think it would be great to hunt tundra and possibly see hundreds of animals( or a few- as the case may be).
Whitetail without a doubt. I can't get enough of my deer hunting! :goldtooth:
When I first went to answer this, I thought for sure I would answer turkey. I enjoy turkey hunting more than anything, and they were the first game I ever hunted. But, I really can't think of anything more befitting of a last hunt than sitting on stand in the whitetail woods, during some frosty november day...
No doubt in my mind....It would have to be Kodiak bear. Hey if you're gonna go anyway go out in style.
Moose would be my choice.
whatever was in season at that time because any hunt is better than none
ELK!!! The day I heard my first Bugle, Changed my life. Why not go out hearing one.
Hey stone knife,i see a bull moose around cranberry lake last fall.He wasn't huge probably 36 inch spread,but what was aswome is he was walkin across a big bog!If only i had a camera.
Grizzly. Because ..... hey, why not ? Right ? :D
I'd actually like it to be a mixed bag thing with focus on bear, but moose and caribou as well.
Any hunt with my closest friends, my dad and brothers would be what I would choose. Preferably we would all get on a plane and go to Africa!
Elk in late Sept....... Terry
"Dying is easy for men like you and me it's livin that's hard" Who said that?? Well for me it would be bou or elk anywhere. I always said I would like to hunt either with one of my longbows before I weez.
It's an hour before sunrise. A cold late November Morn. As the sunrise greets me w/ a final, "good morning" turkeys in the distance also say their farewells. A short time later a squadron of Canadian Honkers say goodbye as they glide effortlessly overhead. A soothing steady snow is blanketing my favorite wool hunting outfit, along w/ everything else in sight. It's a perfect morning. My partner in this long standing love/hate relationship shows up , just as the snow increases in intensity. He has seen me, but feels something is different. no fear but still measured caution. No mature whitetail buck gives any less, without regretting it as they ride home in their opponent's truck bed. Our eyes meet, my bow in hand. Yet this time the string will not meet my cheek. All I wanted was to see him, one last time. He turns to walk away, but stops. As he looks back we both tell the other "go in peace, my brother, go in peace." :wavey:
bentpole, that would be Josey Wales.
Nice one, Lefty.
Steve
A confessional! :D
Man, my first instinct would be elk, but I think it would have to be stalking hogs on Ossabaw Island in Georgia with my oldest daughter and hunting buddy with me. What a place. Wish my youngest liked to hunt. I've shared so many good days in the woods with her older sister, I feel like we've really missed some quality time together.
Now that I think of it a little more. My very last hunt I would want to be in my familiar woods. A light frost on the leaves but it's quiet walking...everything is still....that rotting leaves smell. The chill in the air, but the sun is coming up warm. A nice walk about, ground hunt for deer and grouse until lunch. if I get me wish, I have two grouse in hand when I return to the cabin. But first I explore every corner I know....every hidden norway pine grove I know...and every scrapeline I've ever plotted...and through the cedar swamp one moretime.
If I could choose to expire in my treestand a half hour after sundown, I think that is exactly where I would want to go. Provided I could have my wife and kids in there with me. .... and one last request would be one more close encounter with that huge buck that came in too late in 05'. Uffda what a dandy. ;) A huge silhouette on the ridge and circles chasing that doe again with white tines a blazing in the twilight...10 yards out and broadside again...only this time he's 10 minutes earlier. I might just shoot low this night ;)
It wouldn't matter what I hunted as long as that hunt was many years in the future...
I would go after a Grizzly or Kodiak. Something mean enough that it would be either him or me.
GRIZZLY!! If I was gonna go anyway.
It wouldn't be a matter of what I hunted but who I hunted with. It's the comaradrie of all this stuff that gives it such depth. Without others achery would simple be an action. I'd still love archery though. :readit: :bigsmyl:
QuoteA confessional!
That's funny! I don't care who you are!
Charlie, you'd be hunting for a Priest for confession? You better have some kind of reeeeealy long term disease. Confession for you may take awhile. :p
If it was to be my last hunt then without a doubt it would be one last time at my beloved Shrew Haven with my good hunting buddies. :campfire:
http://www.shrewbows.com/shrewhavenlodge.html
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It wouldn't matter, as long as I was hunting. Then just leave me against a tree out there with my bow in hand. I couldn't ask for a better resting place. :pray:
I have to go with Charlie Lamb,BMOLLER and Little Feathers concepts, Once I had my final destiny worked out with the good Lord and creator of heaven and earth. I would spend 30 days hunting the Little Delta area with my 2 sons and 2 oldest grandsons. There I would make sure they really understood the values of life and what is really important in this short walk of life we have on earth. Then I would go find me a big Griz!
Boy are you sure you can skin Griz :D
Me too Ron ;0)
I would bring my boy Danny along, but the time would be spent with my buddies at ShrewHaven.
It would be sheep hunting somewhere in Northern Canada or Alaska. I have already requested my ashes be spread in such a place so my last hunt will be a long one.
Something in Africa.
Thats one of my dream places to hunt/visit. I don't care what I hunt for for, as long I can get there and see it first hand.
I hunt alone except for the few times a year I get to hunt with my dad. He is also my best friend. Neither one of us have ever got to hunt moose, and we both have wanted to for a long time. For me it would be a moose hunt as long as it was with my dad. But if was my last hunt any hunt would be fine with me as long as it was with my dad. Who knows the Spring Turkey Hunt I had this very morning might have been my last one. Make the best out of any and all hunts it might be your last hunt, and have your heart right with God incase it is.
I have always said I have to get to Australlia befor I die. If it has to be my last hunt so be it. I just hope I can pull back a stick with enough ummph to pole axe an ornery water buffalo.
I would want to spend my last hunt hunting elk with my two sons and my father. My idea of paradise. T
Brown bear or cape buffalo. I'm saving these until I've most of my hunting...and living in anyway.
GIANT FOREST HOG in jungles of CAR or Ethiopia.
King of the hogs!!! I don't believe its ever been done with trad gear.
Yukon Moose!
Another vote for Elk in late September!! Nothing better.
Jake
It's kinda corny but as long as I was in the woods with my son I really don't care what I'm hunting.
A moose hunt sounds great. But, if it was my going to be my absolute last hunt, I'd rather go on a road trip with a bunch of my friends and relatives, both young and old, to chase bunnies with a pack of beagles. Kick brush-piles, laugh, lie, cuss, tease each other and listen to beagle music. Nothing quite like beagle music. And nothing quite like friends and family. Kind of a full circle thing. Of course, I'd be carrying my trusty longbow instead of a scatter-gun. :) That'd make me happy.
Carp for as long as I could stand it. Where else are you gonna get that much shooting. I enjoy alot of things but that may be one of my tops.
Phil
STINKING, URINATING, SCREAMING, RUTTING, WALLOWING BULL ELK!!!!!!
WAIT a minute here....what about the Happy Hunting Grounds?
but, on this here ol' earth....
I'd like to repeat the hour long game of tag I had 3 years ago.
I was walking into a stand across an open,picked cornfield. It snowed about an inch and a half over nite. As I was nearing the edge of the treeline...what..oh I see...a tail swishes again, drop my daypack and coat, ease off to my right and into the trees. Trying to be quiet!!!
I get to about 20 yds-no shot..wait there's 2!!
Move to the right ,no shot; one of the girls looks up, then back to feedin'....
Made the full circle around them. I zigged , they zagged. Never did get a shot , BUT man that was fun!!
My legs were shakin', my head was pounded, and my face was bustin' with a smile...When I got back in the field, I figured it was supposed to be that way, that day.
The girls snorted and sneezed their agreement as they left...
Rabbit with my dad. It was my first hunt. Might as well be my last
Josh
Dear, the two legged kind! :D
QuoteOriginally posted by OconeeDan:
Dear, the two legged kind! :D
ah! i knew someone was going to post that! :biglaugh:
Hey Ten Bears would Captain Red Legs and Ossama Bin Laden Count???
you betcha!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :rolleyes:
It would be an Alaska hunt for me, either Kodiac or sheep.
Anywhere new that I have never been to more for teh experience than the kill..Moose and sheep in alaska seem to be the ones that come to mind..However a Kodiak with my Super Kodiak might be about as cool as it could get even if it does sound a little odd..Definetely with my long time hunting buddies Steve and my dad!
whitetail, for me so many memories in the deer woods of michigan one more sunset
I think a simple Squirrel hunt on a crisp sunny october day with me and my boys would be fitting for myself.
There are a lot of places I've been, to numerous to comprehend. Or chose to be the one. Personally I'll take my last one. I'd rather not have the option, but thanks. Like any of us ever will.
I'd rather spend the day with my loved ones and not alone or in the woods, or with my hunting buddys. As we will always have those memories of past hunts to remember and think back on.
I perfer to die like my grandfather peacefully in his sleep.
Not screaming like the passengers in his car.
:biglaugh:
Brent
If I could go on any hunt, it would be bird hunting with my Grandfather and his old birddog Ed. He passed in '04, one day after I came home from a deployment. Ed is 15, "retired" and living the good life. In reality, my last hunt would be turkey hunting with my Dad and Brother. I have been hunting thousands of times for many different animals over the US, but one of the most memorable hunts I remember was turkey hunting with my Dad the day before I left for the Military.
It would be in the UP of Michigan with my father and son in November with a little snow and the rut in full swing.
This was my dad's last hunt in spirit as the first fall after he passed I wore his old vest and toted his old ruger out to the deer woods in the UP as he always wanted to do(15 years of illness prevented)Got the biggest buck of my life on that day but cried the most in the woods also that day. One day we will hunt the first hunt all over again.
Riceburner
Red Stag or stinking Orcs.