Throwing it back to my ‘Whistle Buck’ — Inspired by my friend @brian_call and the post he made this morning. Thank you, Brian. It offered me time to reflect on some fond hunting memories... I can’t remember the year, but if I had to guess, I’d say I was probably 13 or 14 (so, a long time ago). This was one of my earliest bucks, if not my first, and as it was making its way out of view I gave a quick whistle to stop it and took my shot. I didn’t hesitate to take this buck because of its size, and I didn’t know, at the time, that in today’s world a buck this young would provoke others to criticize, condemn and question their rights as a hunter. What I did know, and the reason I held this buck so proud, is that I was able to do my part to feed my family. To put wild, organic meat in our freezer, and to harvest an animal with a clean and ethical shot. Conserving our public lands and knowing where my tag and license money went wasn’t in mind for me then --I didn’t know that the land I spent all those years growing up on would one day be at risk of being taken away, and our wild game habitats be overlooked. Today, decades later, the reality of losing public lands is my driving force for being a conservationist, even if that means donating to projects in places I’ll never even see. Together as hunters we hold the key in preserving future generations rights, and passing along the traditions so deeply rooted within.
Stand together, take charge. We must keep public lands in public hands. #BHA #Traditions