Keeping the Hunt Alive Forever

Am Shooting Journal ^ | 7/16/2019 | P Atkins

[w1n1]

Whether you Write about it, Record it or Photograph it, Documenting your Adventures Helps you Cherish them all the more.
The bear’s wet hide and piercing eyes are still burned into my memory. The way he rushed us only to stop just a few feet away is a constant reminder of how close we really came to having a "big" problem.

Then there was the way he tore our raft apart the night before, leaving ragged pieces of rubber scattered on the gravel bar in front of our camp. What great memories of an incredible hunt on the Wulik River! When I reflect on it through my journal, photos and eventually the taxidermy work, it helps me reminisce about this particular hunt each year. But I cherish every one.

THERE ARE A LOT of ways to remember your hunt or any adventure, for that matter. But nothing captures it better than writing it down, taking a few pics or the ultimate – and if it's worthy in the hunter's mind – a piece of art placed upon the wall. Like most young boys in the 1970s, my dad was a huge influence in my life – he still is, actually – when it came to the outdoors and being in it. Dad was a hunter – literally a hunter. He grew up on a farm where they didn’t have much, so hunting played a huge role in putting meat on the table. Well, as time passed and things got better my father ventured away from home and went west to the Rocky Mountains, where he pursued mule deer and elk. Eventually he headed to Alaska for caribou.

I was present on many of those early hunts and remember them vaguely, though not clearly. I wish I could recall them. There are a few photos laying around of those glorious days, plus a couple heads on the wall. But there just isn’t enough to properly tell the whole story, especially considering nothing was written down. One thing my dad did take along was a tape recorder, a big old honking thing that probably weighed a ton and took up a lot of space in the gear bag. The stories that took place inside the walls of those tents and around the campfire each night were and still are solid gold. These were glorious tales of what it was like in the good old days out west and up north. Read the rest of journaling techniques.

[real saxophonist]

I put all my hunting memories on my blog. It's called 'Saxophonist Shooting Journal', or Sx Shting Journal for short.

I hire a 13 year old to translate Adult into 13 year old. Sometimes I steal hunting memories of others, and put them on my blog as my own.

Then I post it on various forums hoping to make money from the hits. I have to pay the 13 year old. Can't afford an editor.

[TheRightGuy]

just damn ... from the headline i thought this was gonna be about oj’s search for the real killer