Hunting VS Golf

While eating lunch last weekend with my family at a Chinese restaurant the conversation turned to the topic of me getting my gun and hunting license. I had these before in the ‘80s and loved hunting, my nephew was also interested and I was telling him about the upcoming course at the community college.

As a lark I asked another brother if he wanted to join us. He thought it was a waste of time and money and was cheaper to go golfing.

This is where my brain started swimming in its Cerebrospinal fluid. I couldn’t see any comparison… besides both being recreational.

Now people might not get this idea, but I don’t go out to kill animals or rack up a kill ratio. I have killed rabbits and grouse in the past, but not as my main goal. I would not kill a large mammal like a deer or moose.

The main reason to go out is to connect with nature. In the fall, the northern woods are spectacular. The air has a slight chill and the bugs are all gone. In Northern Ontario the terrain and landscape are breath taking. When I think of nature… I picture strolling through the woods in my hunting gear.

The golf courses I’ve been to reek of the same terraformed green grass perfection I despise. How can something so organic be so inorganic?... with the magic touch of man.

When I want to relax I don’t want to wait for tee time, I want to walk through the woods and smell the breathing air.