Hey everyone I am curious, I would like to know everyones' thoughts on "Hunting Etiquette". I had a conversation today with the other half and we each had our own ideas so I decided to post the question in here. I know with everyone being a Hunter there must be lots of answers or ideas ?
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Fri, 2004-09-24 21:30
Sat, 2004-09-25 13:18#1
I'm a litlle lost on what way you intended to go with this. Could you post your personal standings as an example
Sat, 2004-09-25 19:39#2
Such as the way hunters and sportsmen and women should treat each other and the land and land owners
Mon, 2004-09-27 08:13#3
Regardless of your religious beliefs the Lord said it best:
"Do unto others as you would have them do unto you"...naturally assuming that it's within game laws.
Tue, 2004-09-28 22:42#4
Well, I'm not quite sure where this is going either, but I can say what is not proper ettiquette, for example this thread.
This is probably OT, but here goes anyway. Hunters make each other mad all the time, but what we need to collectively realize is there are powerful groups that would like to wipe our past time out across the board. Given this powerful threat, we really should put down our petty difference and be more united.
I'm not saying we all have to hold hands and sing kumbaya together, but cutting other hunters some slack regardless of method of take or walk of life would be a good start.
Fri, 2004-10-01 07:42#5
basically the way i see it is you should follow the game rules, respect toehr hunters, and land owners. maybe especially the land owners.
where i'm from (little hick town) there are no public hunting lands because the whole place is a farming community, and it's all privately owned. because of that there is a HUGE problem with tresspassing. it isn't uncommon to hear about someone getting the fear of Remmington put into them by a p.o.'d land owner that happened to find them on their land w/out permission. (yes, i've scared the crap out of a couple of people).
i hope that's kinda what you were wondering
Fri, 2004-10-01 09:40#6
I have wanted to respond here but I've been struggling with the right things to say. Needless to say one has to do his best to help with wildlife management in every thing related that you do. I can't say the all the local rules and reg's always reflect the best game management at times. Like just because they open a doe season in an area doesn't mean I am going to take a doe if what I am seeing in the areas buck/doe ration doesn't add up. But in general most the wildlife related rules are strong guideline's that one must follow. But when it comes to Hunter vs Hunter be it in the field or in the forums or elsewhere some thing I read once comes to mind. If everyone from politicians to my neighbors followed these guidelines I think we would all live in a better place. As Bitmaster would say this is really OT but it's my response
THE WHITE KNIGHT
by Eric Nicol
Once upon a time there was a knight who lived in a little castle on the edge of the forest of Life. One day this knight looked in the mirror and saw that he was a White Knight.
"Lo!" he cried. "I am the White Knight and therefore represent good. I am the champion of virtue and honor and justice, and I must ride into the forest and slay the Black Knight, who is evil."
So the White knight mounted his snow-white horse and rode into the forest to find the Black Knight and slay him in single combat.
Many miles he rode the first day, without so much as a glimpse of the Black Knight. The second day he rode even farther, still without sighting the ebony armour of mischief. Day after day he rode, deeper and deeper into the forest of Life, searching thicket and gully and even the tree tops. The black knight was nowhere to be seen.
Yet the White Knight found many signs of the Black Knight's presence. Again and again he passed a village in which the Black Knight had struck - a baker's shop robbed, a horse stolen, an innkeepers daughter ravished. But always he just missed catching the doer of these deeds.
At last the White Knight had spent all his gold in the cause of his search. He was tired and hungry. Feeling his strength ebbing, he was forced to steal some buns from a bake shop. His horse went lame, so that he was forced to replace it, silently and by darkness, with another white horse in somebody's stable. And when he stumbled, faint and exhausted, into an inn, the innkeeper's daughter gave him her bed, and because he was the White Knight in shining armour, she gave him her love, and when he was strong enough to leave the inn she cried bitterly because she could not understand why he had to go and find the Black Knight and slay him.
Through many months, under hot sun, over frosty paths, the White Knight pressed on his search, yet all the knights he met in the forest were, like himself, fairly white. They were knights of varying shades of whiteness, depending on how long they, too, had been hunting the Black Knight. Some were sparkling white. These had just started hunting that day and irritated the White Knight by innocently asking directions to the nearest Black Knight.
Others were tattle-tale gray. And still others were so grubby, horse and rider, that the mirror in their castle would never recognize them. Yet the White Knight was shocked the day a knight of gleaming whiteness confronted him suddenly in the forest and with a wild whoop thundered towards him with leveled lance. The White Knight barely had time to draw his sword and, ducking under the deadly steel, plunge it into the attacker's breast.
The White Knight dismounted and kneeled beside his mortally wounded assailant, whose visor had fallen back to reveal blond curls and a youthful face. He heard the words, whispered in anguish: "Is evil then triumphant?" And holding the dead knight in his arms he saw that beside the bright Armour of the youth his own, besmirched by the long quest, looked black in the darkness of the forest.
His heart heavy with horror and grief, the White Knight who was white no more buried the boy, then slowly stripped off his own soiled mail, turned his grimy horse free to the forest, and stood naked and alone in the quiet dusk. Before him lay a path which he slowly took, which lead him to his castle on the edge of the forest. He went into the castle and closed the door behind him. He went to the mirror and saw that it no more gave back the White Knight, but only a middle-aged, naked man, a man who had stolen and ravished and killed in pursuit of evil.
Thereafter when he walked abroad from his castle he wore a coat of simple color, a cheerful motley, and never looked for more than he could see. And his hair grew slowly white, as did his fine, full beard, and the people all around called him the Good White Knight.