I went on my first “guided” hunt this year. Met up with some teammates from Georgia—we hunted on my ground in Oklahoma, then crossed into Texas on the last day to hunt some of theirs. I wanted to get there early and scout, but they told me not to worry—we’d be meeting a guy who already knew the land and had the spots picked out.
It was the first time I’ve ever hunted like that. We’d pull up, get out, and set up right next to the truck while he called. I had fun, no doubt, but it felt like half the hunt was missing. There was no picking the setup, no building the stand, no calling on my part.
I guess I’ve had enough failures on my own that I’ve come to find a weird sense of fulfillment in the mental side of it—the strategy, the figuring it out. There’s more to the hunt for me now than just pulling the trigger. I guess I could never pay someone to go on half a hunt.