You know how much I love still hunting, and it's all i've ever done. I'm not alone. Here's a famous man and hunter who agrees.
No sportsman can ever feel much keener pleasure and self-satisfaction than when, after a successful stalk and good shot, he walks up to a grand elk lying dead in the cool shade of the great evergreens, and looks at the massive and yet finely moulded form, and at the mighty antlers which are to serve in the future as the trophy and proof of his successful skill. Still-hunting the elk on the mountains is as noble a kind of sport as can well be imagined; there is nothing more pleasant and enjoyable, and at the same time it demands that the hunter shall bring into play many manly qualities. There have been few days of my hunting life that were so full of unalloyed happiness as were those spent on the Bighorn range. From morning till night I was on foot, in cool, bracing air, now moving silently through the vast, melancholy pine forests, now treading the brink of high, rocky precipices, always amid the most grand and beautiful scenery; and always after as noble and lordly game as is to be found in the Western world.
Theodore Roosevelt
. I am very impatient, and cannot move nearly as slowly as required to be that type of hunter. I have never really had anyone to teach me, per se, but I would love to go on an elk hunt where I was with a partner that knew what he was doing. It would be a great experience. Still hunting to me, has mainly been back east where you are going through some of the thickest stuff imaginable, trying to catch sight of an eartip, or antler, or whatever. Very much different that the big mountains of the west.
