Yep. I’d shoot him. I also wish our management would change, but I really enjoy hunting, shooting an animal, packing it out, cutting up meat, and eating it.
There’s still in my core a hunting soul of me - pre-HuntTalk, really pre-Internet even.
There’s no high end glass involved, or deep thought about ballistics or “inches”. It smells like coffee and beer , and doesn’t even know what age class means and it’s never sent a comment in to the government or a game commission. It gets excited by what excites it, shamelessly. It surely doesn’t give a shit about what others think.
I’m more distant from it than when I was 18 but I still feel it every once in a while - particularly this year hunting with my dad - a man largely outside of the Internet, and still living in the hunting world I grew up in.
Maybe it’s Ignorance is Bliss, and maybe it’s a guilty component of the currently developing tragedy of mule deer in Montana - this disregard not only for the potential of an individual animal, but also the bigger picture - folks just filling tags - and damn, I miss it.
3 weeks ago I’d have been real pleased to have taken that deer home. As I mentioned earlier, I haven’t seen one that big in many years outside of those wandering the streets of Helena.
So many folks head East to hunt mule deer, and some may not realize how far some parts of western Montana have fallen.