THE BEAUTY OF BOWHUNTING

by Robert Hoague
Webmaster of www.Bowhunting.Net


My Online Bowhunts
  • Bow/Deer Season 1999: From the start of the season up to today's hunt..
  • Wild Hog Hunting '99 (a hunt in progress): here's the scoop on the wild hog hunting so far this year. Join us as we add members to the Leon River Bad Boys Club. The daily update is at www.bowhunting.net
  • Scouting For Deer Season 1999: the beginning: When the season ends it is time to start.
  • Making Your Trophy Pictures Look Good A nice picture of your trophy is a pleasure every time you see it, or share it with someone else, or send it to a magazine, or put it on the Internet.
  • 1998 Deerhunt as published online at Bowhunting.Net during the '98 deer season.
  • A Black Bear's Vendetta The bear hunts back!
  • 1998 Spring Black Bear Hunt as published online June 7-12, 1998.
  • The First Time: and how sweet it was!
  • Bowhunting Whitetails At Wells Creek: in Brown County Illinois.

  • Bowhunting Caribou In Quebec: an adventure to remember.
    Robert Hoague bowhunting Caribou in Northern Quebec.The beauty of bowhunting is the places it takes you. Those secluded spots in nature where you spend refreshing, quiet, peaceful times in the real outdoors. 

    Out there, there are things that happen around you, events you see, hear, and experience that hold a special place in your heart. People that don't do it don't know the thrill of having a hawk land on a tree limb that's six feet away, or witnessing a squirrel lick the morning dew from the leaves on the tree you are sitting in. 

    Sometimes those magic spots are two thousand miles away and sometimes they're just down the road. Technically, the peace you feel with yourself and nature wouldn't seem to have anything to do with hunting. But hunting isn't technical, hunting comes from the heart. It's pure enjoyment, seeing and realizing the wonder of what nature really is, and to truly be a part of it.

    Remembering your hunts makes your head fill with memories of the people
    you hunted with. Special memories of folks who love what you love, being
    outdoors and being a hunter with a bow and arrow.

    Like the time we took a mid morning break in the mountains. It was chilly and we were exhausted. We made a fire and heated up some mashed up grilled cheese sandwiches. Imagine my delight when my friend reached in his pack and pulled out a thermos of hot coffee.
    And those great meals in our fly in camp in northern Quebec--hundreds of miles from the nearest store. No roads go there, or ever will. We took no meat with us and we ate well. That's an ancient tradition that began at the dawn of time and is still being passed from generation to generation. 
    What a joy this guy has been. Twenty years ago he walked up and said he had bought a used bow and wanted to bowhunt. At the time I barely knew him. Since then we've logged a zillion miles in the mountains and got lost in the swamps and thickets of several states. There's been thrills and spills galore. And, believe me, we have eaten some incredibly delicious meals of chicken fried venison steaks, too. They were talking about my bud Don Beckwith when they said, "When the going gets tough the tough get going." 

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