Just back from a weekend on my syndicate in Argyll Scotland.
Could not have asked for better weather.. beautiful blue skies, cold, hard frosts and the ocassional light snow fall.
Road runs right thru centre of the permission, so easy to see tracks in the snow but no deer moving about and no fresh sign... where the hell are they?
Have they moved on or are they hiding up, conserving energy?
Costs a lot to travel all the way up from the south, so started to question the economics, especially when going home empty handed.
Then I read this thread on Africa hunting and it reminded me why I continue to hunt
"Ever play a game where there is a 100% chance of winning? There isn't much excitement. It's like playing Monopoly with an 8 year-old. You'll win all right, but the outcome was never in doubt. Whooop-de-doo. It's like watching your favorite team play the Detroit Lions. Sure, they'll win, but by the next day the game won't even be remembered".
"The best hunts are those when you aren't really sure it will work out. I think that's why the trophy that magically appears during the last hour of the last day of the hunt will forever stand out. It's the uncertainty that keeps it fun".
"Collecting a head for the wall is OK I guess, sort of like collecting collector plates or shot glasses. Really though, I dump money on the taxidermist mostly to remember the friends, the stalk, and the sunrise over the desert that day. Anything else is sort of like fishing at the fish hatchery".