If someone says, "hey, do you want to go to <insert name> here ranch por nada. Lodging and food supplied. Exotics, etc... I'm not going to say nah, I don't think so, it's not really hunting. I'm going to sleep well, eat well, be kind of bored sitting in the box waiting for an affordable buck to walk by, and then I'll shoot it. Or maybe a tasty Axis deer will come to the feeder. Is it going to be fun or a challenge? Nope. Would someone else shoot it if I didn't? Of course. Will I have it mounted and eat it. Yup. In TX, sometimes hunting is just business. No apologies necessary or forthcoming. I miss the days of using a climbing deer stand and my bow to hunt deer in the woods of NW Louisiana or walking down the road, carrying a rifle, to a pasture to see if any deer were around, then trying to get a shot. Can't do that anymore. Even draw hunts in TX are hard to come by.
If I hunt my little place, there's a fence a few hundred yards from the barn. If I hunt the son-in-laws place, there's a fence. In both cases I have to watch out for cows. If the deer is out in my pasture, I don't have a feeder, and I'm sitting in my barn trying to decide if I need the meat and if I want to hassle with cleaning it, is that hunting? Nope.
Speaking of cows. A number of years back my oldest son, still in High School asked if he could take some rifle of mine hog hunting with his buddy. I said sure. It was a night hunt. When he wasn't home by 11:00 I locked up and figured they had twisted off and gone to a party instead. The next morning he showed up as I was drinking my coffee. He was tired, had a little blood on him from cleaning the kill, and wasn't feeling too chatty. After he took a shower he came to tell me that he was going to bed and that it had been a long night. I said tell me about it. The short version is, he and his buddy were riding around their pasture looking for hogs with a spotlight. The eyes of a "hog" lit up. His buddy got ready to shoot, my son held the light, boom... the two eyes went out. They drove over to the "hog" and found his buddy's Dad's Black Angus bull. Dead. Shot between the eyes. His buddy had to tell his dad. I asked how that went and all my son said was not very good. They spent the entire night cleaning, skinning, butchering, and wrapping the meat from the bull.
If I hunt my little place, there's a fence a few hundred yards from the barn. If I hunt the son-in-laws place, there's a fence. In both cases I have to watch out for cows. If the deer is out in my pasture, I don't have a feeder, and I'm sitting in my barn trying to decide if I need the meat and if I want to hassle with cleaning it, is that hunting? Nope.
Speaking of cows. A number of years back my oldest son, still in High School asked if he could take some rifle of mine hog hunting with his buddy. I said sure. It was a night hunt. When he wasn't home by 11:00 I locked up and figured they had twisted off and gone to a party instead. The next morning he showed up as I was drinking my coffee. He was tired, had a little blood on him from cleaning the kill, and wasn't feeling too chatty. After he took a shower he came to tell me that he was going to bed and that it had been a long night. I said tell me about it. The short version is, he and his buddy were riding around their pasture looking for hogs with a spotlight. The eyes of a "hog" lit up. His buddy got ready to shoot, my son held the light, boom... the two eyes went out. They drove over to the "hog" and found his buddy's Dad's Black Angus bull. Dead. Shot between the eyes. His buddy had to tell his dad. I asked how that went and all my son said was not very good. They spent the entire night cleaning, skinning, butchering, and wrapping the meat from the bull.