Because it's who I am. Also, nothing smells better than burned gunpowder coming out of an action on a frosty, still morning. NOTHING
I love that smell!
Can't help but stare at every patch of woods or body of water and wonder what is in there. Makes my wife crazy when I'm driving, deservedly so, as I'll crane my neck hoping to see a ripple or tail flicker and struggle to stay on the road.
My algebra is simple: Hunting+Fishing=Me
