ProHunter
New Member
I've been following this thread with interest, and on the whole, find the replies quite funny, and typical of hunters that have all the knowledge, and none of the experience.
You can clearly distinguish deer hunters from all others by their complaints about bad guides, lying outfitters, no hot water on tap, lack of comfortable accommodation, food, and most of all, their desire for a cheap hunt. Typical!
The only thing that no-one has complained about, (probably because it's too embarrassing), is that the outfitter didn't deliver the poor animal right into your lap without messing up your fancy suit.
How about tracking an African elephant for 31 days, sleeping in the veldt, being stung by scorpions, sucked dry by mosquitoes, with nothing but maize porridge for breakfast, lunch and dinner, with no early morning coffee, no cold beer, and certainly no Jack Daniels to clear the dust clotting your throat?
Watching your guide on day 17, with nothing to tell who's suffered the most, you or him, and whether or not to call it quits and bring this madness to an end?
Eventually, on the 31st day, when I shot the animal, I couldn't be bothered, or care less, about the weight of those beautiful tusks that I'd first seen on day 5, while observing the animal, far out of range.
I have been hunting in the most remote parts of sub-Saharan Africa for most of my life, and stopped collecting trophies many moons ago. I still partake in this sport on a regular basis though, because I love it so much.
Having read all the funny remarks, obviously mostly from Americans, I cannot help but appreciate the foresight of our Creator, as he obviously knew very well who to put where on earth.
C'mon you sissies, show some balls and put your money where your mouth is! Once you've hunted in Africa consistently for at least 5 years, you'll have gained enough experience to call yourselves hunters, and to appreciate the fact that your outfitter stuck a cold beer in your hand in the middle of the Kalahari desert with the temperatures soaring into the 40's. Never mind the fact that you didn't have your "usual" breakfast of bacon and eggs and little pork sausages.
For many of the above reasons, it is unlawful in most of Africa to let loose these sissies on their own, as they would be dead within 48 hours. Because of this, they are provided with a Professional Hunter to make sure that they get to the airport in one piece.
It's no fun to find out that you've been tracking yourself for 10 days in the bush if you don't know what you were doing, and then join the statistics with so many others who have become an easy meal for a lion, or a late afternoon snack for a hungry hyena.
Still, maybe I have exaggerated a bit, and you guys are not that bad, but surely you'll have to agree that hunters such as Hemingway, Ruark, Selous, and of late; Peter Hathaway Capstick, are not around anymore. Even myself, I consider part of a dying breed.
The true value of sport hunting cannot be measured by the "luxuries" that have become so much part of a modern generation. Trust me; it is the experience, which has no monetary value, which by the end of the day, as you sit quietly contemplating your memoirs, will ultimately remain. Not the "humorous" guide who had to listen to your nonsense, including the past experiences which, in an African context, suddenly become meaningless.
I just thought that I'd offer a different perspective on the whole issue. I trust that you will take it in the spirit in which it's intended.
Regards
PH
You can clearly distinguish deer hunters from all others by their complaints about bad guides, lying outfitters, no hot water on tap, lack of comfortable accommodation, food, and most of all, their desire for a cheap hunt. Typical!
The only thing that no-one has complained about, (probably because it's too embarrassing), is that the outfitter didn't deliver the poor animal right into your lap without messing up your fancy suit.
How about tracking an African elephant for 31 days, sleeping in the veldt, being stung by scorpions, sucked dry by mosquitoes, with nothing but maize porridge for breakfast, lunch and dinner, with no early morning coffee, no cold beer, and certainly no Jack Daniels to clear the dust clotting your throat?
Watching your guide on day 17, with nothing to tell who's suffered the most, you or him, and whether or not to call it quits and bring this madness to an end?
Eventually, on the 31st day, when I shot the animal, I couldn't be bothered, or care less, about the weight of those beautiful tusks that I'd first seen on day 5, while observing the animal, far out of range.
I have been hunting in the most remote parts of sub-Saharan Africa for most of my life, and stopped collecting trophies many moons ago. I still partake in this sport on a regular basis though, because I love it so much.
Having read all the funny remarks, obviously mostly from Americans, I cannot help but appreciate the foresight of our Creator, as he obviously knew very well who to put where on earth.
C'mon you sissies, show some balls and put your money where your mouth is! Once you've hunted in Africa consistently for at least 5 years, you'll have gained enough experience to call yourselves hunters, and to appreciate the fact that your outfitter stuck a cold beer in your hand in the middle of the Kalahari desert with the temperatures soaring into the 40's. Never mind the fact that you didn't have your "usual" breakfast of bacon and eggs and little pork sausages.
For many of the above reasons, it is unlawful in most of Africa to let loose these sissies on their own, as they would be dead within 48 hours. Because of this, they are provided with a Professional Hunter to make sure that they get to the airport in one piece.
It's no fun to find out that you've been tracking yourself for 10 days in the bush if you don't know what you were doing, and then join the statistics with so many others who have become an easy meal for a lion, or a late afternoon snack for a hungry hyena.
Still, maybe I have exaggerated a bit, and you guys are not that bad, but surely you'll have to agree that hunters such as Hemingway, Ruark, Selous, and of late; Peter Hathaway Capstick, are not around anymore. Even myself, I consider part of a dying breed.
The true value of sport hunting cannot be measured by the "luxuries" that have become so much part of a modern generation. Trust me; it is the experience, which has no monetary value, which by the end of the day, as you sit quietly contemplating your memoirs, will ultimately remain. Not the "humorous" guide who had to listen to your nonsense, including the past experiences which, in an African context, suddenly become meaningless.
I just thought that I'd offer a different perspective on the whole issue. I trust that you will take it in the spirit in which it's intended.
Regards
PH