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The Drag Out
Every year, hunting season comes and goes so fast. Each passing year, there seems to be a little more animosity than the last.
But as I get older, I feel far less pressure to hunt to impress anyone. I love hunting for myself and my own goals. I enjoy setting goals that can be reached with a small group of close friends who share the same passion.
There’s nothing like tracking a deer, celebrating when you find it, and just about killing yourself dragging it out. Then cracking a cold beer on the tailgate, rehashing the story of how two of you fell dragging the deer out, and the other one keeps retelling how the shot went down. Not to mention the endless jokes and laughs that happen as we all ride the emotional roller coaster of deer hunting and tracking together.
I heard a well-known deer hunter say on a podcast, “All these heads are a burden to someone when we’re gone.”
I couldn’t have agreed more. I’m not saying don’t score a deer or chase a big one. But I do think we should all focus on appreciating what we have: the time, the deer, the friendships, and the memories made along the way. At the end of the day, we’re all out here for the same reason, the love of bowhunting whitetails and the simple joy of sharing great venison with family and friends.
We wait all year for that one moment, to finally lay our hands on a whitetail. Slow down and soak it in. The drag out, the effort, the laughs, and the memories are what make it all worth it.
The drag out and the cold beer on a Friday night tailgate with good friends beats all the negativity on the Internet any day.
Get outside. Enjoy the smells of fall. And enjoy it the way you want to.
Every year, hunting season comes and goes so fast. Each passing year, there seems to be a little more animosity than the last.
But as I get older, I feel far less pressure to hunt to impress anyone. I love hunting for myself and my own goals. I enjoy setting goals that can be reached with a small group of close friends who share the same passion.
There’s nothing like tracking a deer, celebrating when you find it, and just about killing yourself dragging it out. Then cracking a cold beer on the tailgate, rehashing the story of how two of you fell dragging the deer out, and the other one keeps retelling how the shot went down. Not to mention the endless jokes and laughs that happen as we all ride the emotional roller coaster of deer hunting and tracking together.
I heard a well-known deer hunter say on a podcast, “All these heads are a burden to someone when we’re gone.”
I couldn’t have agreed more. I’m not saying don’t score a deer or chase a big one. But I do think we should all focus on appreciating what we have: the time, the deer, the friendships, and the memories made along the way. At the end of the day, we’re all out here for the same reason, the love of bowhunting whitetails and the simple joy of sharing great venison with family and friends.
We wait all year for that one moment, to finally lay our hands on a whitetail. Slow down and soak it in. The drag out, the effort, the laughs, and the memories are what make it all worth it.
The drag out and the cold beer on a Friday night tailgate with good friends beats all the negativity on the Internet any day.
Get outside. Enjoy the smells of fall. And enjoy it the way you want to.