Patriot
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I have a weird quirk that I was wondering if other people have and how they manage it. My quirk is that after I kill my drive to hunt plummets. It’s fricken weird but it’s definitely real. Does this happen to other people?
I love to hunt and it’s a year round sport for me. But I’ll be damned, I killed a buck three weeks ago which was no trophy but it literally met my goal for the year to a T and now I took the last three weeks off for “browny points” with the wife but that’s just an excuse. I’m geared up for the rut and going to get out there and put in work but it’s weirdly different.
It happens to me every year which is only 5 years but in three of those years I killed and observed a plummet in my “kill drive” Which is like sex drive but for antler murders . The weird thing is that the drive always returns and builds. Like I’ll begin to get driven and anxious by the end of the year and then this winter I’ll scout like a lunatic but still feel like I’ve got to put in more work before season of else I’m going to fail.
It’s weird but interesting. My theory is that I’m just a Neanderthal and once I’ve provided meat for my cave and my hairy cave woman I relax. Think about it, our sport must be born deep in our ancestral genetics. We have a burning desire to kill big animals with a stick and a string for absolutely no reason! I’ve never known anyone in my life to encourage this sport yet I’ve wanfed to do it since I was 8 years old and once I did finally do it I was obsessed. It’s got to be genetic and a deep born instinct.
Anyone experience this? What do you do about it? If I could wave a magic wand and get rid of my dip in antler murder libido I would do it, especially when it’s frickin NOVEMBER!
I love to hunt and it’s a year round sport for me. But I’ll be damned, I killed a buck three weeks ago which was no trophy but it literally met my goal for the year to a T and now I took the last three weeks off for “browny points” with the wife but that’s just an excuse. I’m geared up for the rut and going to get out there and put in work but it’s weirdly different.
It happens to me every year which is only 5 years but in three of those years I killed and observed a plummet in my “kill drive” Which is like sex drive but for antler murders . The weird thing is that the drive always returns and builds. Like I’ll begin to get driven and anxious by the end of the year and then this winter I’ll scout like a lunatic but still feel like I’ve got to put in more work before season of else I’m going to fail.
It’s weird but interesting. My theory is that I’m just a Neanderthal and once I’ve provided meat for my cave and my hairy cave woman I relax. Think about it, our sport must be born deep in our ancestral genetics. We have a burning desire to kill big animals with a stick and a string for absolutely no reason! I’ve never known anyone in my life to encourage this sport yet I’ve wanfed to do it since I was 8 years old and once I did finally do it I was obsessed. It’s got to be genetic and a deep born instinct.
Anyone experience this? What do you do about it? If I could wave a magic wand and get rid of my dip in antler murder libido I would do it, especially when it’s frickin NOVEMBER!