Where's your happy place?

[Glockman9mm]

For me it's near the end of the year sitting in my deer blind at the farm. Ill either have a Remington 700 270 win or marlin 30-30 in my reach as I sit and wait for the perps to approach the corn field

For me its the highest feeling I've ever felt! Sitting in the timber with nothing bothering me, no madness, nobody else bugging me ect. Just me and happiness and a gun hoping to put some good meat in the freezer.

That feeling is awesome and feels great to escape from the city madness, I wouldn't change it for the world. Btw I've been deer hunting for a few years but got my first last year.

All I can say is the only way I could think my happy place would be better was if I had my brother along side enjoying the exsperience with me. Hopefully that happens this year!

How about you?

 

[chud333]

Could'nt agree with you more. This too is my special time/place.
In a tree stand just at the break of dawn anticipating a nice buck
to make his appearance. It is the moment for me. My favorite time of year.


chuck

 

[Glockman9mm]

Could'nt agree with you more. This too is my special time/place.
In a tree stand just at the break of dawn anticipating a nice buck
to make his appearance. It is the moment for me. My favorite time of year.


chuck

Outstanding Chuck! In the end it's the simple things in life if you ask me.

I started deer hunting three years ago. I only gun hunt here in Kansas, don't have a bow yet. I got a black powder last year but couldn't get out for the season due to work.

If I could hunt for a living I'd be one happy man!

 

[bamabiker]

It use to be on my motorcycle riding with friends through some curvy mountain roads but since most of them have quit riding and the others can't find the time to I don't get to do that any more.
So I guess now it's the time when I'm alone in my shed tooling some leather and listening to the radio. Singing along or thinking about life while making something with my hands out of part of a dead cow.
I have come to realize one thing, Mother was right (as always) time is flying by.

 

[LazyKB]

That tree is getting crowded, but I am right there with you guys.

 

[JcMack]

My happy time is when they loosen the straps on my white jacket for a few hours each day

 

[NMPinNYC]

Anywhere my wife is where I am blessed to be with her... been married for sixteen years and we've spent time apart (sometimes months at a time) over the years due to professional commitments.

 

[ChattanoogaPhil]

Walking with Pugsters at the park.

Not sure how to explain it exactly, but its like taking a time out from adult life... just me and my dog. I am reminded that there's a world of living creatures that have more important things on their mind than the stock market. To watch a momma with her ducklings... a turtle coming up for air... I find these things quite relaxing and helpful in keeping perspective. As for Pugsters... I think it's her happy place too.








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[MDGasman]

Camping with my wife in the state forest (read that to mean no facilities and campsites 1/2 mile or more apart) in the mountains surrounded by forests with deer, turkeys, bear, coyote, beaver, and a nearby cranberry bog. My wife and I found the place about 27 years ago BC ( before children) and have continued going there since. The boys both loved it, but they're 24 and 20 right now and kind of busy with their own lives. One time my wife found herself between a mother black bear and her cub; she was walking up the dirt road that runs through the place when the cub ran across the road in front of her. She heard the mother running down hill towards her, following the cub, squonking as she ran towards her but not in view yet. My wife jumped behind a tree and the bear ran on past, and wow did her adrenaline start pumping; her pupils were absolutely huge when she came back to the campsite. I kind of knew exactly what she meant since I was the only one in the campsite the last time a bear came into it and we had a little bit of a stare-fest until it walked off. Always took my 586, never knowing whether to worry more about the wildlife or the local yayhoos; have only pulled it one time. End of the day, towards midnight, sitting in front of the fire, kids fast asleep, starting to drift off myself when right on the backside of the camper a coyote howled. Long and loud. I came to fully alert and now on the offense , hairs on the back of my neck standing up. cold creepy feeling starting right away. I wasn't sure if it was a coyote or some pervert trying to sound like one to scare us. Pulled my revolver and was ready to use it in either case but it disappeared; never got to see what it was, so I'm figuring it was a coyote since it escaped so quickly and quietly. Yeah, that's my happy place, whenever I'm having trouble sleeping or just to relax for a minute, that's where I go.

 

[Brian41]

About any type of hunting is my happy place and a deer blind at sunrise is about the best of all of them as what may come out any second is still an unknown.
I do have a stand of pines in the back of my place I sometimes go to sit and think. It's one of the most peaceful places I have ever seen.

 

[deanodog]

At a nearby lake where I go each morning for a two mile walk or in my back yard shooting at steel targets I have in several locations.

 

[Mickey D]

McDonalds

 

[Iggy]

Years ago this was my happy place

But now I'm happy rightchere among people with common interests.

This is my sit down and relax place.

 

[Badquaker]

Key West, watching the sun come up over the ocean

good memories

 

[mg357]

little gunshop on derby street in pekin illinois that i visit twice a month that is my happy place.

 

[CAJUNLAWYER]

On the water- out of sight of land, at night. You've never really felt your place in the universe until you gaze upon the heavens in the middle of the Gulf of Mexico with no moon and a clear night. It is especially good when you are on the helm sheeted in on a close reach feeling the boat under your feet-no sounds except the boat speaking to you.

 

[feralmerril]

The rules keep changing the older you get. Way back it also was hunting and fishing for me. Is`nt now. Sometimes it was solitude. I actualy had a lot of that on my job. For awhile it was flying. No medical now. Many years it was motorcycle rideing. Dont have one now as it wouldnt be practical for my wife.
Iggy beat me to saying its right here chatting with the crew, at least time wise. Now our quad and hitting the trails is.
One constant since a boy has been always rideing, flying, or driveing whatever moves. Probley since I have always been lazy but always liked to be going somewhere and I can do that sitting down. Its a common everyday ritchal for us to drive for lunch sometimes a 150 mile round trip!

 

[The Highlander]

With my wife at the red rockers at the marina on Hilton Head Island, the boat dock at Hilton Head Harbor at night, Pinckney Island at one of the ponds, the top of Roan Mountain, the board walk at Coligny on Hilton Head Island, pulling the camper along the interstate on the way to anywhere, sitting under the awning of the camper with my wife and girls, or just curled up anywhere with all four of us together. Fantail deck on the Jewel of the Seas in the Gulf of Mexico. I could keep going. I have found I have many Happy Places, and for that I'm thankful.

The Highlander

 

[COL Jagdog]

Spending a crisp October afternoon in the coastal marshes of Cameron Parish (the Four-Mile Square area of Johnson's Bayou to be exact), brushing duck blinds in anticipation of opening day of duck season
(down here, usually the first Saturday in November) -- it is like being in another world, no artificial noise (no cars, lawn mowers, etc) -- just the sound of the breeze rippling through the roseaux cane, the sun sparkling off the water, roseate spoonbills feeding in the shallows,
and flocks of ducks crossing over from time to time -- the smell of the marsh and fresh cut roseaux cane (what we use to camoflage the blinds), taking 20 minutes to eat a sandwich and drink a beer in the afternoon sunlight, then the trip back to the boat landing down a long canal with the Gatortail surface drive motor throwing out a long roostertail of water, my American water spaniel "Ruger" standing on the prow of the boat like a sailing vessel figurehead, scanning for coots that often fly out as we near them, and the finale, the sound of the surf on the Gulf of Mexico as we arrive at the boat landing -- there is only a blacktop coastal road (La Hwy 82) between our boat landing and the beaches of the Gulf -- so our marshes are the last place can linger before the trip to Mexico and Central America.

My other favorite would be sitting on a ricefield levee on a mid-September morning, opening day of teal season, listening to teal whistling overhead in the pre-dawn just before shooting time, with my hunting buddies, watching the first tendrils of sunlight filter thru the eastern sky -- and on the ride back to the lodge, stopping for boudin and a chat with other teal hunters at the Quik-Stop in Welsh.

 

[fat tom]

It's the deer stand for me too. Nothing else comes close. I've taken literally hundreds of deer in my life,but the thrill is still there,even though I seldom shoot anymore.
f.t.