Mike Belt
Well-Known Member
OK, just what is it about antlers that is so fascinating and possibly becomes the driving force of many hunters...and has been since man began hunting? It's easy to say that it's my primal heritage handed down from Great, great, great, great, great,",",",",", Grandpa Ugh; the one with all the paintings of massive antlered animals on his cave walls. I don't deny there's some truth to that. But if Grandpa was one of the first hunters around, where'd his primal instinct and heritage come from. Was he simply born with it? I tend to agree that he was; just as I was. No one in my immediate family ever hunted a deer. No one in family generations preceding that did either. So where did that fascination come from?
Antlers don't eat good no matter how long you boil them, they're very uncomfortable to sleep with, you can't bounce them like a ball and they aren't very comforting on a cold winter's eve. But they are beautiful and they are fascinating...and I am fascinated by them. Their color, their shape, their size. I spend money I probably shouldn't pursuing them. I forfeit meals and countless hours. I endure sweltering heat and bone chilling cold. All just to lay my eyes and occasionally, my hands on them.
In today's hunting environment the word antlers seems to raise a few hackles; understandably in some instances. I pay little attention. My fascination with them overrides trivial arguments from all sides and I'd much rather spend my time in pursuit than in persuasion. Their colors, their shapes, their sizes...and I'm unashamed to say I love big antlers and I will never try and defend that. With this said, the number one fascination I have with them is of their owners. Without them this would just be a blank page. Without them there would be a deep void in my soul. In many a soul. Without their knowledge they have and continue to ground and connect me with who and what and where I am. To belong to such a brotherhood is my privilege and honor. The lessons learned in humility and humanity aren't taught in a classroom and they don't come easy. But they are simple. Look. Listen. Learn.
Here's hoping the upcoming season brings you what you're looking for...and then some.
Antlers don't eat good no matter how long you boil them, they're very uncomfortable to sleep with, you can't bounce them like a ball and they aren't very comforting on a cold winter's eve. But they are beautiful and they are fascinating...and I am fascinated by them. Their color, their shape, their size. I spend money I probably shouldn't pursuing them. I forfeit meals and countless hours. I endure sweltering heat and bone chilling cold. All just to lay my eyes and occasionally, my hands on them.
In today's hunting environment the word antlers seems to raise a few hackles; understandably in some instances. I pay little attention. My fascination with them overrides trivial arguments from all sides and I'd much rather spend my time in pursuit than in persuasion. Their colors, their shapes, their sizes...and I'm unashamed to say I love big antlers and I will never try and defend that. With this said, the number one fascination I have with them is of their owners. Without them this would just be a blank page. Without them there would be a deep void in my soul. In many a soul. Without their knowledge they have and continue to ground and connect me with who and what and where I am. To belong to such a brotherhood is my privilege and honor. The lessons learned in humility and humanity aren't taught in a classroom and they don't come easy. But they are simple. Look. Listen. Learn.
Here's hoping the upcoming season brings you what you're looking for...and then some.