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Originally Posted by GH85Carrera

I don't have the hunting or camping gene. To me camping is a motel with slow Wi-Fi.

My brother loves it, and bow hunting. Or he used to. I think he has aged out of it. His record was 18 deer in one year. He lives in Alabama, and the only restriction was no more than one doe and one buck in possession. So get it back to the butcher, and go get another in the same day, legally. There are more deer in Alabama than humans.

I haven't been camping in a LOOONG time, but I was in the Boy Scouts, and did plenty of camping then. And then our family would take summer vacations where we camped, but in a pop-up camper which, IMO, is the better way to go as an adult than in a tent on the ground. But, I haven't been camping since I was 20 or 21. I always enjoyed it though

Originally Posted by Zeke

No gene here either. I was somewhat railroaded as a kid because my mother's side of the family were outdoorsmen, as they were called. I fished but drew the line at killing with a gun. As soon as I discovered girls and cars, in that order, my attention towards outdoor life was reduced to cruising the streets in search for girls or a race, in no particular order. Races were much easier to find.

Agreed with you both. I didn't get the hunter gene. I could hunt if I had to, if I was hungry. Fortunately, I've never had to. I'm not philosophically opposed to killing and eating animals. I know where food comes from.

I remember my dad going hunting once when I must have been about 4. He brought back, I think, 2 or 3 squirrels, and we ate them. I think I remember him going hunting one other time, I may have been 8 or 10. I don't remember any food coming out of that. For him, I think it was more about spending time with his buddies than the hunting or food.