With all that, the memories and friends I’ve made chasing animals is worth way more than any vehicle I could ever imagine.
You are in a small minority in general!
And I think about every dollar ever made or spent. I think most do. Doesn’t mean I won’t spend money, but I damn sure recognize how I got the money to spend and what it means to give it away
I think about that hunt daily.
And don’t get me wrong I’m not canceling anything I have planned and I’m not gonna stop doing what I do …. I also wonder how many of you guys above just won’t admit it.
I'll pass along to my kids and grandkids the thrill of your bush plane flight and maybe they will actually go... Thanks...
Then there is the money whizzed away on taxidermy!
I've seen me do it!
I do sometimes think back about all the $$$ I've spent in my life on hunting & fishing in general though ,,,back in the early 80s when money market retirement accounts were fairly new it was said, $100.00 per month for 30 years would yield 1 million........
If that's true I've had several millions worth of fun in my life. But I darn sure ain't no millionaire.
not specifically as you describe...but about 10 years ago or so i came to the conclusion that id rater spend money other other travel adventures with family and friends and get my hunting fix locally.
I don't think about it after the fact, but looking at stone hunts to complete my archery grand slam really has me wondering if I should just say the heck with it and go chase critters on the other side of the pond.
I'm spending it now and hopefully don't die with a shitload of cash left to some undeserving individuals.
I thought this thread was going to be a 'have you ever thought about.....' and we'd fill in the blank. Mine would have been "....buying a sailboat and sailing off into the sunset !!!!"
Funny what your mind comes up with when you get to your 60's and the tag hussle has become tiresome.
I've never chosen to go on a big money hunt. It's not something I'm into at this point. Maybe some day I will do one. Dont know. At this point, if I'm thinking of spending substantial money, I'd be thinking about other things I could have done with that money, kids school, investment, donations, etc. before I'd choose to use it on a hunt.
i have never been on a high dollar hunt and never will, but i do think about and have some regrets of the money i spent on hunts and gear. i would do things differently if i knew then what i know now. just a rough guess but i would likely be two years closer to retirement had i not spent some of the money and instead invested it.
anyway, such is life i suppose.
#1 was a mule deer hunt in Alberta. Several friends had gone multiple times with the outfitter, and had a fantastic time. First guided hunt. It was supposed to be just me and the guide/owner. For a week. Talked multiple times throughout summer leading up to the trip.” Don’t shoot the first 170 buck & you should be able to kill a 180+”. The week before I’m supposed to go, he said I could come up early. So I drive up from Oregon on a Wednesday morning. There’s another guy whitetail hunting, so we have to drop him off at stands and pick him up. At dinner the first night I arrive he is talking about really hoping I tag out fast so he can drive home to his kids football game Saturday night. This is before I have even hunted. I just got there an hour earlier and paid my remaining $4k balance,WTF!
Thursday no big bucks seen. Friday morning, a possible hood buck is spotted from a long ways away we sneak to 30 yards waiting for the group of bucks to stand. After about 90 minutes they do. I’m at full draw, pin on the buck at 35 yards broadside. Looks like a solid 170 buck to me, me a touch bigger. After about 10 seconds the deer runs off. He asks why I didn’t shoot it. I said wasn’t it about a 170 buck? He said yeah, that one of the better bucks he’s seen in the zone my permit is good for!!! Another WTF moment. All year he told me don’t shoot a 170, and you’ll kill a 180-190. He was very off after that. He said he was going to head out to his kids game. He assured me it was no problem if I just hunted the rest of the next week like the original plan, since he was bailing and I only hunted 1 full day since arriving, before he bailed.
I spent the next couple days driving around, and glassing the areas he could hunt. I located a really funky buck, That was super heavy and palmated. Definitely a big buck. I was pretty sure Monday morning we be able to get on him.
Late Sunday afternoon the outfitter shows up, and tells me Jason( one of the guys I knew that hunted here) and his buddy would be arriving soon, WTF!!!
Again, this was booked as a 1 on 1 hunt, now it’s 3 hunters one guide. He assures me it won’t be a problem, they mostly just going to whitetail hunt.
I tell him about the buck I found, and where we need to go at first light to glass him. We find the buck, everyone is pretty pumped( the other guys didn’t go whitetail hunting, they followed us to glass in their truck???).
I’m watching the buck bed down, and can see an obvious way to kill this deer. Now remember, this outfitter can flat out get people close on bucks for a shot. I learned some great stalking skills from him on the trip.
The outfitter is himming and hawing, saying there’s no way to get in the buck where he is, another WTF!!!
I tell him I’m ?? percent sure if we’re drive around the backside of the hill, ones the wind starts blowing up the hill I could sneak to a bench above the bucks, and it looks like a 40 ish yard shot when they get up. This is a wide open hillside and we’re glassing from a mile away.
He finally concedes this plan may work, but Jason should be up since I hunted last week, and had that opportunity at the 170 buck, another WTF moment!!!
We do exactly what I planned out. All four of us sneak to where I described, and wait.
The bucks get up, Jason shoots the buck in the ass broadside at 40 yards, and it dropps. We go over and he misses it 2 times, then finally shoots it in the lungs.
It ended up being a couple inches shy of 190 inches. I hunted with all of them two more days. Dropping them off and picking them up at their whitetail stands for each morning and evening hunt. It was miserable. By the time we could go glass most of the bucks were bedded. The evenings were odd also since we had to get them at dark at two different stand sites.
Wednesday morning I threw my stuff in the car, and started the 13 hour drive home.
I drove a piece of crap, branded title, stick shift, 97 Subaru forester with no ac, and oil leaks for 2.5 years to be able to do this hunt of a lifetime for a huge mule deer and completely got screwed.
Turns out, Jason the guy I knew that showed up had loaned the outfitter the money to buy a bunch of additional permits. Jason and his buddy had to change the week they were going to hunt at the last minute, and I got the shaft.
I really wish I never spent the $6k, plus has, plus time off work on that trip.
LOL. At what cost?