Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kids. Show all posts

Tuesday, August 09, 2011

On Your Own Or With Someone: It’s The Big Question

One man -- me -- and my muskox.


A good case can be made for fishing or hunting alone. Let's face it: sportsmen are a gregarious sort by their very nature, not by necessity.

They love the camaraderie and excitement of the hunt, the sharing of nearby campsites or putting a canoe sneak on a bunch of bedded bluegills. Two or more sportsmen make a big deal out of planning their next deer drive, their next bear hunt or their next trout fishing trip.

There is nothing wrong with this. In fact, it is the preferred fishing or hunting choice for most sportsmen. Many would feel lost if their friend or neighbors were not along to share in the outdoor fun and good times.

Gregarious sportsmen are more common than those who go it alone.


They enjoy sitting around a table, mapping out strategies, discussing who will do what and when it will be done, and everyone involved in the planning has a voice in how it will be accomplished.

This is democracy at its finest. Or perhaps, at its worst. There are some bold sportsmen who feel joint fishing or hunting ventures breed a form of outdoor mediocrity, and this may be true. Who can't argue that the more voices that are raised in discussion or disagreement over who will fish which trout-stream hole will do anything except cause massive indecision?

I've spent 45 years writing magazine stories, newspaper articles, 25 outdoor books, and countless weblogs, and for most of those four-plus decades, I hop-scotched across North America pretty much alone. Many were the times when I'd be the only English-speaking bear, caribou or moose hunter in a far-northern Quebec hunting camp.

Years were spent driving or flying here or there to fish or hunt. There might be other sportsmen at the end of the trail, but when it came time to fish or hunt, I'd go it alone or go with a guide.

Countless times in camp people would ask if I wanted one of them to accompany me, and the answer was always a sincere but polite refusal. You see, going it alone had become a habit and as a result it also was something I looked forward to doing. Being alone didn't bother me.

I've always enjoyed the solitary fishing and hunting scene.


In fact, I enjoyed it. Even the travel was fine, and the long hours on the road allowed me to write stories in my head. Stories would be fleshed out on paper before bed, but people often asked how it was possible to write so many stories during my career, and the answer was always the same.

"I write while driving," I'd say. "I also write things in my mind while glassing distant alpine meadows for elk or rocky tundra for caribou. If a good fish was caught, it's image and memory is captured in my mind, and recorded on paper later on for an article."

What are the benefits of fishing or hunting alone? The benefits far outweigh the disadvantages of spending time with another person.
The advantages of being alone are many. Solitary sportsmen never have to consider another person's opinion when making decisions. They just act.

If we are fishing the Boardman River, fishing together means one of us goes upstream and fishes down while the other fishes downstream and walks back upstream. I'm not selfish, but what happens if both of us want to fish downstream? Or perhaps upstream? What if it is mmutually important for both of us to fish the same stretch of river?

A decision must be reached. One person may be miffed. Of course, both anglers could fish together but to what purpose?

The late Robert Ruark, he of the time-honored book, The Old Man And The Boy, "One boy is all boy; two boys is half a boy; and three boys is no boy at all." It's an easily understood philosophy.

One boy moves quieter, picks his spots with greater patience and wisdom, and doesn't have to argue or defer to others. Two boys means both must make a decision, and that often requires time and discussion. Three boys confuse the issue so much they forget what it was they are trying to decide. Making joint decisions can create a big headache for all.

Going out alone eliminates decisions, arguments and distrations.


The solitary sportsman doesn't have this foolishness to consider or have to deal with. He reaches a fork in the trail, and doesn't have to consult with others about going left or right. Taking the high or low road is his decision.

How long one man hunts or fishes is a matter of personal desire. There's no reason why one should cut a fishing trip or hunt short just so another person can get home to a bridge game or whatever. Is this petty or selfish? Not really. It's being honest about personal wishes and being realistic about our expectations and how we wish to spend our leisure time.

Modern sportsmen have only so much free time these days. If it is shared with another person, and that person places undue constraints on our mutual time, it becomes necessary to decide the issue. Is it easier to give in to a buddy's needs or go about our outdoor activities alone?

I suspect the solitary sportsman will become more common in future years. Many who truly love the outdoors will decide whether to fish or hunt with someone or not. Conversely, if one fishes or hunts with another, and cuts the day short for personal reasons, how will the friend feel about giving up some of his valuable leisure time to make an unnecessary trip home?

My early travels were alone, by necessity. I could barely afford to go myself, let alone take anyone with me. It became easy to spend nights in camp, after dinner, writing notes rather that sitting with foreign-speaking sportsmen who didn't care for my company.

There are too many decisions to be made on fishing or hunting trips, and a discussions on which end of the lake we'll fish first is a classic example of wasting time. Two anglers spend 30 minutes arguing the merits of fishing the north or south end. It's senseless. That time could be better spent mapping out a lake and locating hotpots.

Two hunters share a blind during goose season, and one talks a big honker out of the sky with pleading tones. Who takes the shot? Will the caller be a nice guy and toll in the bird for his buddy to shoot or does he believe he did the work and deserves first shot?

A brown trout rises with the regularity of an adult fish. Every 30 seconds he tips up, rises in the water column, drifts downstream under the natural, and once his suspicions disappear, he sips the spinner off the surface with a head-to-tail rise that shows golden-brown flanks.

It is great fun to be the nice guy and let someone have the first shot or first fish. My son David with a walleye.


Do we flip a coin or will one or the other of the two anglers push the brim of his cap back, look at his friend, and say "Go get him." Offering the first chance is a wonderful thing to do, but many people will be selfish and elbow their way past the other gent.

Sometimes it plays out that way but more often it doesn't. All too often one angler or hunter has a wealth of natural angling or hunting skills while the other does not. This calls for some generosity and good will. The solitary sportsman is never faced with such problems.

Note that this is not written about taking children along. This is about two or more adults. I strongly believe that adults should always take children fishing or hunting. The loner role does not apply when it comes to kids.

I played the solitary sportsman for many years, without ever feeling selfish, and enjoyed myself very much. In recent years, as glaucoma robs me of ever more vision, I find pleasure in being the Nice Guy.

One reason why guiding was so much fun for me for 10 years with salmon and steelhead, and another 10 years with deer and bear hunters, was because I'd done it all so many times before. Once a person shoots a goodly number of black bear or deer, it's much more fun to be generous and help a first-time hunter bag a nice animal.

I love to put a kid into a situation where he/she will score.


It's fun putting an angler into his first steelhead, a first 20-pound king or a first 10-pound brown trout. There is something fulfilling about the light flickering in their eyes, the smile on their face, a warm handshake that makes fishing or hunting together a memorable occasion.

My wife and I hunt deer together. She goes to her spot and I go to mine, but I usually go to pick her up. It's become a bit of a hoot for me to take some of the things I've been good at, and put them to work for someone else. It's part of why Kay shoots a nice buck every year.

It's one reason I mentor outdoor writers. I can help someone else when it pleases me (which is often), and when I need to face the woods and waters alone for an hour or a day, I can still do it.

The solitary sportsman is still a big part of my personal make-up, and even though in recent years more time is spent with others, there are days when being alone and experiencing things anew still provides me with that same thrill I first experienced many decades ago.

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

My Christmas wish for you



My daughter caught this big brown trout while fishing with me.


It's that time of year when folks make wishes. At the age of 71, it's been more than 60 years since I made a Christmas wish for some goodies I hoped Santa would dump under our tree.

Brother George and I both had bikes fairly early in our life. They were mostly rejects that other people were getting rid of when they bought their kids new ones. We clamored loud and long for a new bike, and Dad being a barber in a small town with too many barbers, told us if we'd work at it we could buy our own bike.


Such things seldom happen these days. The kids whine and their parents buy them what they want. We knew better than to whine, knowing it would do no good, and it might earn us a swat on the rump.

Don’t give kids everything they want. Make ‘em work for it.


Dad told us to grab out little red wagon, and go door-to-door and pick up old newspapers and magazines. We busted our backside knocking on doors right just after World War II, and once we collected the papers and old magazines, we'd bundle them up with baling twine and once a week Dad would take us to Flint to sell the paper for real money.

It wasn't much money, even in those days, but it we had a lot of newspapers and a bunch of slick papered magazines, we might make six or eight dollars each.

Week after week we worked hard, made money toward our bike while working at other jobs for spending money, and we finally bought a pair of new Schwinn bicycles with side-view mirrors, a horn, mud-flaps, fender feelers and go-fasters. Each bike was  top of the line, and back in the late 1940s, they cost over $100 each.

That taught us a valuable lesson. If you want something bad enough, work and earn the money to buy it. This story takes me slightly off the path of this blog, but it relates... trust me.

What I want now isn't something that money can buy. I can't work hard enough to make the things on my wish list come true. You see, what I want isn't what very many sportsmen are willing to give. I need people give their children time fishing and hunting,

My wish is that each of you daily readers must give of yourselves.


My goal for the last 30 years has been a matter of preaching to the choir, but in some cases, the choir isn't listening. I'm trying to help restore our beloved pastimes of fishing and hunting to the point where everyone cares about our natural resources and our children.

My Christmas wish would be for every one of the thousands of monthly hits which means at least one person has read my drivel, would take it upon himself (or herself) to teach a child about fishing and hunting. Children aren't learning these outdoor skills in school, and in some cases, some teachers are against hunting. They spend their time trying to influence our kids about their preconceived negative notions concerning hunting.

Children can learn from anyone, but parents who think they can start teaching their kids at the age of 16, are dreaming. Unless children get some positive reinforcement by the age of 10 years or age, or younger, chances are excellent they will never hunt and probably will not fish.

It's impossible to lay blame on all teachers because it's not fair and it's not true. Many teachers fish and hunt, and many work some positive thoughts into what they teach. However, I well remember a story I wrote after shooting a mountain lion in northern Wyoming with a bow.

This was a tragic wrong the teacher did to her young students.


This woman, who taught at a school in southern Michigan, made every one of her 40-some students write a personal letter to me. There were several themes, but every child wrote one of her prepared letters about why hunting was bad. I called the school, spoke with the principal, demanded an apology from the teacher or I wanted her fired.

My complaint was she wasn't being paid to push her anti-hunting beliefs off on students who were in the fourth grade. The principal agreed, and she reluctantly agreed to apologize in order to save her job. She told me she hated hunting, and I asked why she was sharing her personal hatred with the children instead of properly doing her job.

She had no answer. Sadly, there are many such teachers who are using some of their work time telling children that hunting is wrong. It's not wrong at all, and legal hunting is the best way to manage our abundant natural resources.

So ... my wish is for each of you who have children under 10 years of age to take them fishing or hunting. Spend time with them now in the outdoors, give of personal time to help educate them properly about fishing and hunting. Never make it difficult to learn, but it certainly pays to practice what you preach.

Folks, if all of you don't start doing your part soon, within 20 years you won't have to worry about it. The pastimes of fishing and hunting, as we know it today, will be nothing but a distant unpleasant memories of where we've been and why we've lost our way. It’s called apathy.

No one will do it for you. It's time for each of you to step up to the plate and take your swings. You'll know it was done right if the kids go out with youl but if the kids  are more content with their cell phone and computers, you'll know you didn't try hard enough.

Just don't blame others if this happens. I can lead you along this righteous path, but I can't make you or your children spend time fishing and hunting. That's your job.

Posted via email from Dave Richey Outdoors

My Christmas wish for you



My daughter caught this big brown trout while fishing with me.


It's that time of year when folks make wishes. At the age of 71, it's been more than 60 years since I made a Christmas wish for some goodies I hoped Santa would dump under our tree.

Brother George and I both had bikes fairly early in our life. They were mostly rejects that other people were getting rid of when they bought their kids new ones. We clamored loud and long for a new bike, and Dad being a barber in a small town with too many barbers, told us if we'd work at it we could buy our own bike.


Such things seldom happen these days. The kids whine and their parents buy them what they want. We knew better than to whine, knowing it would do no good, and it might earn us a swat on the rump.

Don’t give kids everything they want. Make ‘em work for it.


Dad told us to grab out little red wagon, and go door-to-door and pick up old newspapers and magazines. We busted our backside knocking on doors right just after World War II, and once we collected the papers and old magazines, we'd bundle them up with baling twine and once a week Dad would take us to Flint to sell the paper for real money.

It wasn't much money, even in those days, but it we had a lot of newspapers and a bunch of slick papered magazines, we might make six or eight dollars each.

Week after week we worked hard, made money toward our bike while working at other jobs for spending money, and we finally bought a pair of new Schwinn bicycles with side-view mirrors, a horn, mud-flaps, fender feelers and go-fasters. Each bike was  top of the line, and back in the late 1940s, they cost over $100 each.

That taught us a valuable lesson. If you want something bad enough, work and earn the money to buy it. This story takes me slightly off the path of this blog, but it relates... trust me.

What I want now isn't something that money can buy. I can't work hard enough to make the things on my wish list come true. You see, what I want isn't what very many sportsmen are willing to give. I need people give their children time fishing and hunting,

My wish is that each of you daily readers must give of yourselves.


My goal for the last 30 years has been a matter of preaching to the choir, but in some cases, the choir isn't listening. I'm trying to help restore our beloved pastimes of fishing and hunting to the point where everyone cares about our natural resources and our children.

My Christmas wish would be for every one of the thousands of monthly hits which means at least one person has read my drivel, would take it upon himself (or herself) to teach a child about fishing and hunting. Children aren't learning these outdoor skills in school, and in some cases, some teachers are against hunting. They spend their time trying to influence our kids about their preconceived negative notions concerning hunting.

Children can learn from anyone, but parents who think they can start teaching their kids at the age of 16, are dreaming. Unless children get some positive reinforcement by the age of 10 years or age, or younger, chances are excellent they will never hunt and probably will not fish.

It's impossible to lay blame on all teachers because it's not fair and it's not true. Many teachers fish and hunt, and many work some positive thoughts into what they teach. However, I well remember a story I wrote after shooting a mountain lion in northern Wyoming with a bow.

This was a tragic wrong the teacher did to her young students.


This woman, who taught at a school in southern Michigan, made every one of her 40-some students write a personal letter to me. There were several themes, but every child wrote one of her prepared letters about why hunting was bad. I called the school, spoke with the principal, demanded an apology from the teacher or I wanted her fired.

My complaint was she wasn't being paid to push her anti-hunting beliefs off on students who were in the fourth grade. The principal agreed, and she reluctantly agreed to apologize in order to save her job. She told me she hated hunting, and I asked why she was sharing her personal hatred with the children instead of properly doing her job.

She had no answer. Sadly, there are many such teachers who are using some of their work time telling children that hunting is wrong. It's not wrong at all, and legal hunting is the best way to manage our abundant natural resources.

So ... my wish is for each of you who have children under 10 years of age to take them fishing or hunting. Spend time with them now in the outdoors, give of personal time to help educate them properly about fishing and hunting. Never make it difficult to learn, but it certainly pays to practice what you preach.

Folks, if all of you don't start doing your part soon, within 20 years you won't have to worry about it. The pastimes of fishing and hunting, as we know it today, will be nothing but a distant unpleasant memories of where we've been and why we've lost our way. It’s called apathy.

No one will do it for you. It's time for each of you to step up to the plate and take your swings. You'll know it was done right if the kids go out with you but if the kids  are more content with their cell phone and computers, you'll know you didn't try hard enough.

Just don't blame others if this happens. I can lead you along this righteous path, but I can't make you or your children spend time fishing and hunting. That's your job.

Posted via email from Dave Richey Outdoors