Things are kinda quiet around here so I'll try and stimulate some conversation.
What is your favorite "Why I hunt" moment?
Mine would actually be 3 incidents as follows:
I had been in my stand for about 2 hours one evening when I heard bushes rustling, twigs snapping and the splash of water coming from the swamp behind me. Out from the swamp came a small yearling running wide open out into the clearing I was watching. Then he/she just plopped onto the ground behind a clump of Gallberry bushes. There it lay, head down and perfectly still.
Again from behind me I heard water splashing and I got excited and readied my gun thinking a buck was chasing a doe and would be out in the open any second now. But, alas, only another yearling and 3 does emerged. One doe was the matriarch doe and I have watched her for the past 5 years as she bedded usually within my sight from my stand. As she and the others fanned out feeding, the small yearling suddenly sprang up and ran at the old doe and head butted her in her side with enough force that I could hear the wind being knocked outta her. The Yearling then ran around jumping and darting every which way and just as suddenly plopped down again behind some palmettos and just lay there perfectly still again. After several minutes it again jumped up and ran at the old doe again and head butted her in her hind end and ran around jumping and darting around before taking aim at the old doe again. She was having none of that this time, as the yearling got close enough she reared up onto the hind legs and proceeded to beat the snot out of that little rambunctious yearling. It just lay there for a few minutes with her standing over it until she meandered away and he finally got up and slowly fed around as with the others.
Number 2 moment was when I watched 2 Bobcats wander out of the same swamp and sat on an old fallen tree and started grooming themselves and each other as well.
I had always wanted a Bobcat mount and decided to take the big male that was brightly colored with slashes of white along his side. However as I readied for the shot both of them stood on their hind legs and embraced one another with the male seemingly stroking the female on her head and back with one of his paws. They stood there hugging each other for at least a minute, mabe 2. Knowing that Bobcats mate for life and seeing that.....I still do not have a Bobcat mount.
Number 3 is similar to number 1 but involved a Raccoon family. Out of the same swamp came a momma coon leading her 4 babies along the waters edge. One of the babies ran ahead of the others and climbed a small sapling pine tree and waited until the others were underneath him and then bailed out of the tree onto another small ones back and commenced to really ripping on him. Momma coon whirled around and ran over and snatched his Lil behind off of his sibling and whipped the snot out of him while giving him a good scolding. After she was done with him he wandered off a few yards from he others and leaned against a tree and just sat there sulking until the others got out of sight at which time he hurried along after them.
There are a couple of mine, what are yours?