Friday, November 22, 2019

Learning from an Online-Hunting Course

... the place ...
Naomi has been doing on-line hunter education course.

Her mom is loving it as well.

Naomi has finished hunting ethics, landowner-hunter relationships, conservation, and wildlife identification.

Ungulates.

Who uses a word like that anymore.

Maybe someone does, but now I am going to have to look up the definition.

There are loads of birds in the bird identification chapter : ducks, pheasants, and geese.

... the target ...
A person doesn’t have to go hunting for animals to want to know how to name all of the birds.

... the woman ...
Yes, once when I was working in the library, and also working on identifying birds, one of the biggest bird watching library specialists told me, “Look, Arta. You don’t have to know the names of the birds. They don’t know their names.”

If I were taking this course is it would be because I am hunting but hunting for information.

I go on that hunt every day.

Richard took this course many years ago – a 2 day sit-down in person course where newcomers to hunting get to touch a bunch of guns to practice how to handle them.

I am pretty sure I would like to do take that course along with Naomi

Online would be a great way for me.

Arta

2 comments:

  1. I begged you to buy me an orange jacket in the late 70s. I had decided I wanted to go hunting with Grandpa Doral. My preparation was not as thorough as Naomi's. I didn't plan much beyond snack and apparel. When we got to our location, he set up some wood we found for target practice to warm up. The target was large (6'x6' plywood). After a few failed shots from relatively close distance, we agreed I would not be the one shooting at the game. It was around that time that I realized we might actually catch something, and how much that thought horrified me. And thus began a long silent prayer to my Heavenly Father to put no animals in our path. We went home empty handed. Grandpa may have been disappointed, but I was so relieved. That jacket was only worn only once, and thereafter was tucked away in the back of my closet, out of sight until it no longer fit me. I will try to remember this when I take the next set of barely worn clothes of my son to the thrift store, out grown before they are worn out.

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