PRESTON, IDAHO. Every new hobby you pick up has a steep learning curve. That's just a fact. It doesn't matter if it's crocheting, motorcycling, snowboarding, fencing, or chess. Hell, even learning how to build LEGO sets can be tough if you've never done it before.
There are pitfalls, there pratfalls, and there are a hundred thousand small instances of unlearned stupidity that will catch you out, cause you to fail, and likely make you ask yourself whether or not what you're doing is even worth the effort. None, however, have the sort of stakes as learning how to hunt. Why? Because unlike learning which LEGO block goes where, how to drop a knee, or whether shredding powder is right for you, hunting involves taking a life.
And that, for me, is something that I take immensely seriously. It's why I train with a 60-pound Sitka backpack. It's why I've shot thousands of arrows and hundreds of rounds of ammunition. It's why I scout whenever I can with UTVs and dirt bikes and ATVs. It's why I practice and try to learn everything I can through the means I have at my disposal.
