I AM SO PSYCHED UP FOR HUNTING THIS YEAR.
I’ve possibly taken it beyond general interest and approached rampant fetishism.
Part of this is because my wife is interested in hunting. She’s also decided that she wants to make wine, which on some level overlaps the brewing hobby. However unlike beer, winemaking is a lot less involved. So as a “together” hobby, that one doesn’t really pan out since there’s a surprisingly minimal time investment for something that is going to age for six months plus.
On the other hand, it’s really nice that she’s interested in hunting, which is a fantastic “together” activity. Men who read this blog – take your wives hunting.
She wants a bow, but they’re marginally expensive ($300 buys you a midrange compound) and the accessories can be insane ($100 for expanding tip graphite arrows, twelve of them). There’s cheaper alternatives, but like bullets it doesn’t behoove you to hunt with match bullets nor does it work to shoot targets with expensive hunting bullets. But, bows are on sale right now, and if she catches the hunting tradition, then maybe that’ll be for next year. I would like to know where people go to dump their used bows – there’s nothing like bowbroker.com (gunbroker, but for bows). To further complicate things, we’re both left handed, and not a lot of second-hand lefty stuff is floating around out there. Unlike guns which are generally ambi-, bows are almost entirely single-handed.
Anyway, the point is that it’s just nice to have my wife involved in something I’m interested in. It certainly means that our family will continue the hunting tradition. I’m also dragging my friends into it – both Travis and Jon are taking or will have taken their hunter safety courses, so now you guys need to get your women into it also. Women don’t seem nearly as turned on as men are at the prospects of DIY BBQ potential though.
Everything is cyclical – one family enters the tradition as one family leaves it. A guy here at work hadn’t hunted since 1991 and was a fairly typical “drop out” of the hunting scene. He hunted with his father and went through the motions when his dad stopped hunting and never seriously pursued it past a “together” activity. His Remington 700 in the popular caliber of 270 hadn’t seen the sotto light of the woods since then, and he was looking to sell it. A hunter safety instructor is interested in buying it where once again it will be reborn into it’s purpose.