I used to like hunting when i was a kid, but as i got older i lost interest. Eventually I only went because my dad wanted me to go with him, and even then it was tough. Now that he is gone i doubt i will ever go again.
Wake up before dawn to sit on a stand in the freezing cold for 3 hours, then if you kill something you have to drag it out and go through the chore of cleaning it and packing it away? Oh and make sure my credit card has plenty of room on it? No thanks, im good.
I understand why some people love it, it’s just not for me.
I do miss the tenderloins though… my dad had a technique for breading and frying them that made them taste amazing. Haven’t had any in about 5 years. Before that, it was several times a year for as long as i can remember.