This is pretty awesome.

 

That music...

I'll never get tired of that stuff. I remember my youngest's first. A memory neither of us will forget. Love it.

...And to think what I missed out on by being a passive atypical nature loving kid.

 

"Dad, how come you never took me hunting?"

 

If I could just do it all over again...

 

Well... I wouldn't change a thing except for maybe being raised on a different planet.

 

"Oh give me a home where the buffalo roam

Where the deer and the antelope play

Where seldom is heard a discouraging word

And the skies are not cloudy all day"

^make no mistake, that kid loves nature.

^make no mistake, that kid loves nature.

 

I can plainly see that.

 

On planet earth, It's perfectly normal to kill the things that you love.

 

I was shipped here from the "Land of the Wussies", and it's taken me a while to get in line with the ruling class to figure these things out.

 

I now understand that on Planet Earth it's the male right of passage for the typical male, and perfectly normal.

Edited October 27, 201411 yr by B-Ball-fan

That music...

 

Sounds kind of like part of a Thomas Newman score (Shawshank Redemption,

, and

among others).

If I didn't know that this video was for real, I would've thought that it was a parody with the punch line being the father saying,

 

"That's awesome dude, I am so proud of you"

I can plainly see that.

 

On planet earth, It's perfectly normal to kill the things that you love.

 

I was shipped here from the "Land of the Wussies", and it's taken me a while to get in line with the ruling class to figure these things out.

 

I now understand that on Planet Earth it's the male right of passage for the typical male, and perfectly normal.

Bet he ate it too. Delicious.

I've been recently set straight that it's done for the meat and to control the deer population, and here all along I thought that the primary motivator was for the sport of it, and the thrill of the kill. Glad I now have a firmer grasp on what it's really all about.

Awesome experience for the young fellow......

All kidding aside, I've been thinking about The Sport of Hunting, and a part of me believes that perhaps there is something very much innate to the core of men that attracts them to hunt. It's hard to know for certain because it is also a proud tradition passed from generation to generation. It's quite possible that it's a little or a lot of both.

 

I wasn't raised in a family of hunters, and although my Dad and my Brother did fish some, and took me along as a youngster, I personally wasn't much even attracted to it. I did have a rod and a tackle box, and mostly just to follow in my Brother's footsteps. I did however enjoy being around nature.

 

Once in a blue moon I'll eat fish, but for the most part I'm not wild about it.

 

I'm not sure how much my Dad fished as a kid, but he did grow up just a few blocks from the river, and although I know he did a lot of it during his teens and early 20's, I pretty much think it's something that faded for my Brother.

 

My Brother did go through a short period where he bought a rifle and used to go hunting with his friends. That seemed to only last a couple of years, and now I'm interested in asking him if he enjoyed it, and why he quit.

 

My deceased partner born in Norway, but raised in the Northwoods of Wisconsin where every man living up there is a hunter, had 5 brothers, and his Dad ran the town tavern called the "Buckhead", where the whole place has deer heads hanging from every inch of wall space.

 

His Father and all his brothers including himself were raised with the hunting tradition, and they practically ran the small town they were from, and the sport of hunting there was a huge deal.

 

These were serious survivalist types that knew everything there is to know about living in the wild where coming in contact with bear was an everyday occurrence. These were people from the types of places you'd see the Nature/Hunting types shows on TV filmed in places like the St. Croix and so on.

 

They too were all skier types and folks who knew their way around hard blizzard type winters. He even had a nephew that bred huskies to run in the Iditarod sled dog race in Alaska.

 

Along with that they too were all serious Lutherans as well.

 

He from very early on followed the tradition and learned it well, but as he became an adult, while all his brothers except for him and one other brother, continued to hunt 'til their dying day, and he and his other more calmer type brother quit doing so, and both of them were more the reader, reflective, quiet nature loving types. Being a married man, It was never known for sure if his brother was gay or not.

 

His involvement in the field of Law ultimately landed him good work in Cincinnati, and although he made yearly visits back up to the Northwoods to visit with family, he never partook in the sport for the rest of his life.

 

His home in Cincinnati was filled with deer decorations, and true to his bones he always had a huge place in his heart for his childhood hometown. Every year for Christmas for 20 years I had a tradition of giving him something deer related to add to his collection. He loved deer and thought that they were beautiful, but it was just not in his nature to actually pull the trigger on one. He could certainly tell you everything about hunting, but he'd be more inclined to share his knowledge of trees.

 

From his youngest brother, a serious hunter, he had two nephews who too were raised with the tradition. Both kids were extremely knowledgeable about all there was to know. In their region they won competitions and were praised by the locals for being the sharp shooters that they were, and accolades for their talents.

 

While one of the boys continued to be forever active in the sport, his brother who turned out to be gay, just couldn't bring himself to do it anymore. This really wedged an extreme gap between brothers, and to this day they have trouble getting along. The hunting brother was bothered by having a gay brother, but more so because he just couldn't bring himself to hunt anymore. He was mostly ashamed of him for quitting the sport.

 

Neither my partner or his nephew would ever make bad remarks about hunting being bad, and they fully respected their family for being active in the sport, but by their nature they just could not bring themselves to kill anything.

 

Now as a gay man I don't recall ever signing a contract stating that I swear to follow the cult's rules and never hunt (I kid of course), but it's peculiar how straight men seemed to be drawn to it, and gay men tend not to have the nature for it. I assume that some straight men too are not drawn to it, and maybe some small amount of gay men are, but all in all it's an interesting phenomenon that there is a definite difference within the inner being of either.

 

I can see with me not being raised with the tradition how I was not attracted, but my partner and his nephew both were solidly raised with it, and both were good quality marksmen in their days of partaking.

 

With their upbringing, even thought they quit hunting, they learned such valuable lessons about living in the wild that the average city slicker like myself would know nothing about.

 

Still with all that exposure, they backed away, and as much as they are the lovers of nature and both extremely knowledgeable of how to survive in it, they just couldn't do it.

 

I composed all this not to knock the sport of hunting, but to express that I find it very interesting the difference in the nature of straight and gay men towards it.

 

I've never done any research on it, and I'm not sure anyone ever has, but it would be interesting to know just how there is possibly something innately different leading the different types towards it, or away from it.

 

Obviously my smart aleck nature made me knee-jerkingly begin my involvement in this thread with snide remarks, but I certainly have no right to, and especially if it just within the nature of man to hunt.

For what it's worth......Two local, NKY, guys, both gay. Chris, from Campbell County, lives in New York City...... Carl, from Grant County, lives in Miami Florida..... I don't believe they know each other....I don't really know them either, I know their families.....Both come home for a week every year to deer hunt.

For what it's worth......Two local, NKY, guys, both gay. Chris, from Campbell County, lives in New York City...... Carl, from Grant County, lives in Miami Florida..... I don't believe they know each other....I don't really know them either, I know their families.....Both come home for a week every year to deer hunt.

 

I didn't expect to get so quickly examples like this, if at all, but that is indeed interesting.

 

I've no way of knowing, but I tend to believe gay hunters are a rarity as most gay dudes I've ever known from the extreme feminine types to the extreme masculine, I typically hear from them that they just can't kill anything.

 

Again, I would've never imagined that an example such as yours would've come back so quickly. I'm guessing both of those guys were raised solidly with the tradition, where it's very much apart of them and their upbringing no matter what they've discovered about themselves along the way regarding sexual preference.

 

If it's more common then I'm even aware then that'll certainly debunk the theory of mine that gay guys just don't have it in them.

Where did I put that 10ft pole anyway?