When I was young, it was important to my manhood to find, kill, and bring home the bacon (elk).
Lately, I could give a rip, if I kill an elk/deer. Even pass some shots at deer the last time I was out. I can't figure it out. Maybe it's old age setting in?
I do enjoy the sense of purpose hunting gives and being out in the mountains, the sights, smells, communing with nature. I like riding my horse and being with friends and being alone. I like testing my skills against an animal in his "own crib."
But I don't know. I just don't seem to have it in me to kill them anymore...Anybody else ever had those thoughts?