Why We Finally Stop Hunting
I have an unnatural fascination with prehistoric man and, like a lot of paleontologists, spend time wondering what killed off...
I have an unnatural fascination with prehistoric man and, like a lot of paleontologists, spend time wondering what killed off the Neanderthals. They were around for 260,000 years in the face of some of the worst weather the earth has experienced, but 2,000 to 10,000 years after Cro-Magnons showed up, they vanished. Neanderthals lived in small family groups, and bit by bit, the groups ceased to exist. Finally, it probably came down to one man or woman, and that must have been the loneliest death imaginable.
I’m sure that last Neanderthal’s last thought, just before his (or her) heart stopped was “Screw it. Why bother anymore? There’s no one left.”
And so it is with hunters. Hunting and shooting are intensely tribal. Only another hunter or shooter can understand what we do, and we tend to hang around with hunters and shooters of our own age. The pissant punks who can’t remember before GPS and Gore-Tex and laser rangefinders will never understand how older generations view things.
Eventually, you reach the point where you look around and there is no one left who remembers the things you do. Unlike the poor damned Neanderthal, you may not decide to die, but you very well may decide to hang up your guns. If you have no one left to share your sport with, why bother anymore?