I don’t know what to do. I have a deep, burning desire for adventure and exploring. Ever since I can remember I have dreamed of far away places with never before seen animals, camp fires, tall tails and interesting people. But at the same time I have an even greater passion. My family. I would do anything for them, so why does missing out on an adventure feel like my guts are being ripped out? I have a lump in my throat and my thoughts run wild.
Its not normal nor healthy I don’t believe. I have an amazing wife, two absolutely mesmerizing kids, and I feel like my world is crashing in. It’s just a stupid deer. Or is it more? I yearn for adventure…I yearn for competition…I yearn for a wife to understand that hunting and the adventurers spirit isn’t just something you can pick up and put down. It feeds my soul and brings my world into perspective as opposed to being, for lack of a better word, shackled in a mundane and domesticated life. I feel horrible even saying that because spending time with my family is invaluable and THE most important thing to me. But at the same time, I need to spread my wings sometimes too. But how much is enough? I should be grateful for what I have, but I cant help but think about those far away places and the primal instinct I have to chase the beast and try to capture their elusive spirit.
She must see how we as a family are happier when I have my “adventure tank” full. One of the only things we fight about is this. I don’t understand. You need more of me, and I need more adventure. So where does it go from here?
I don’t ask for much. Or do I? I don’t care for material things, I don’t drink, I don’t play golf, I don’t play poker, softball, or go out with the guys. I do have a tough work schedule for half the year, but I feel we both choose that lifestyle and would be less happy with a mundane 9-5 existence. But maybe I am wrong. Maybe it’s too much. I spend nearly every minute of every day with my family during the off-season. Cooking, cleaning, shopping, folding, bathing, reading, playing, soothing, hugging….but its never enough. You still feel overwhelmed and not helped enough, no matter if I am gone, or here helping with every minute detail. No amount of help or relief from me or anyone else can quench your desire for “help”. But am I the same way? Is my thirst for adventure unquenchable? I really don’t think so. I put away my hunting boots for 9 months out of the year and am fine with it. Hunting 10 days out of 365 doesn’t seem like an overreach to me. Would hunting all of a sudden become “A-Okay” if I did a real job and came home every night of the year at 5 pm? I don’t think so. How can a person be so supportive of one passion and give up so much to help foster that passion, yet completely shirk off another passion as if it is some trivial hobby? Does she not truly believe what it means to me, or is there just not enough support to go around to foster both? Do I have to choose a passion to have this work out? Do I have to stifle a part of me and just deal with an existence that doesn’t include a burning desire put into me, and most every man that has been in existence, by god? That type of life doesn’t seem fulfilling…but neither does having an unhappy wife. So why do I still feel sick?
Is it the devil? Is it an over bearing wife? Is it a combination of both? Is it a passion run amuck, bordering on an addiction? But an addict deals with his addiction every day of the year. My addiction is relegated to the weekends during the months of October, November, and December.
Is asking for one day for a hunt of a lifetime too much to ask? A three thousand dollar opportunity for the price of gas doesn’t come along very often. Neither does the opportunity to harvest the biggest buck of ones life for the price of gas. But are those two things worth more then a happy marriage? Of course not, so why can’t I just turn the page? Why can’t my priorities be in better focus? Is it going to take me losing some of the things I may take for granted now for me to realize? I don’t want that to happen…but not wanting that still doesn’t make me feel better.
If I go, she resents me. If I stay, I resent everything. Are there any other solutions? So for the rest of our married life, we will have to cross this treacherous bridge each and every hunting season? It’s a lose-lose for both sides. That doesn’t make sense nor does it seem fair to either party involved. So what’s the solution?
I DON”T SEE ONE…which makes my eyes well up with tears. -Chase
What do you think guys? Is hunting a need or just a want? Is it selfish to want/need to hunt even with a family that needs me?
Before you go telling me how mean my wife is or how awesome yours is because you get to hunt 90 days out of the year, know that there is a lot more to the story. We have two small children (3 yrs old and 11 month old), my wife does not work, we do not use day care, or a nanny, and have no family to speak of to help care for the kids. My job takes me away from my family for a total of close to three months during the spring and summer. Leaving my wife completely alone to care for our young children...which she is amazing at.
I also got to go on a 6 day hunting trip to Illinois in November, a weekend trip to South Texas in October, and was able to hunt every day over Thanksgiving on her family land while visiting her family. So it's not like I'm not getting to hunt at all.
Before you tell me to just "bring my family with me", 100% of my hunts are by invite, not allowing me to tote my entire family with me to the hunts.
I am asking for the advice of the elder statement on the green screen on how they balanced work, family, and hunting when their children were small.
Please do not chime in if you do not have children or are unmarried...I don't need to hear how much freedom you have...I used to have the same.
Any advice would be appreciated. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has been down this road.
Many thanks,
Chase
Sent from my iPhone
Its not normal nor healthy I don’t believe. I have an amazing wife, two absolutely mesmerizing kids, and I feel like my world is crashing in. It’s just a stupid deer. Or is it more? I yearn for adventure…I yearn for competition…I yearn for a wife to understand that hunting and the adventurers spirit isn’t just something you can pick up and put down. It feeds my soul and brings my world into perspective as opposed to being, for lack of a better word, shackled in a mundane and domesticated life. I feel horrible even saying that because spending time with my family is invaluable and THE most important thing to me. But at the same time, I need to spread my wings sometimes too. But how much is enough? I should be grateful for what I have, but I cant help but think about those far away places and the primal instinct I have to chase the beast and try to capture their elusive spirit.
She must see how we as a family are happier when I have my “adventure tank” full. One of the only things we fight about is this. I don’t understand. You need more of me, and I need more adventure. So where does it go from here?
I don’t ask for much. Or do I? I don’t care for material things, I don’t drink, I don’t play golf, I don’t play poker, softball, or go out with the guys. I do have a tough work schedule for half the year, but I feel we both choose that lifestyle and would be less happy with a mundane 9-5 existence. But maybe I am wrong. Maybe it’s too much. I spend nearly every minute of every day with my family during the off-season. Cooking, cleaning, shopping, folding, bathing, reading, playing, soothing, hugging….but its never enough. You still feel overwhelmed and not helped enough, no matter if I am gone, or here helping with every minute detail. No amount of help or relief from me or anyone else can quench your desire for “help”. But am I the same way? Is my thirst for adventure unquenchable? I really don’t think so. I put away my hunting boots for 9 months out of the year and am fine with it. Hunting 10 days out of 365 doesn’t seem like an overreach to me. Would hunting all of a sudden become “A-Okay” if I did a real job and came home every night of the year at 5 pm? I don’t think so. How can a person be so supportive of one passion and give up so much to help foster that passion, yet completely shirk off another passion as if it is some trivial hobby? Does she not truly believe what it means to me, or is there just not enough support to go around to foster both? Do I have to choose a passion to have this work out? Do I have to stifle a part of me and just deal with an existence that doesn’t include a burning desire put into me, and most every man that has been in existence, by god? That type of life doesn’t seem fulfilling…but neither does having an unhappy wife. So why do I still feel sick?
Is it the devil? Is it an over bearing wife? Is it a combination of both? Is it a passion run amuck, bordering on an addiction? But an addict deals with his addiction every day of the year. My addiction is relegated to the weekends during the months of October, November, and December.
Is asking for one day for a hunt of a lifetime too much to ask? A three thousand dollar opportunity for the price of gas doesn’t come along very often. Neither does the opportunity to harvest the biggest buck of ones life for the price of gas. But are those two things worth more then a happy marriage? Of course not, so why can’t I just turn the page? Why can’t my priorities be in better focus? Is it going to take me losing some of the things I may take for granted now for me to realize? I don’t want that to happen…but not wanting that still doesn’t make me feel better.
If I go, she resents me. If I stay, I resent everything. Are there any other solutions? So for the rest of our married life, we will have to cross this treacherous bridge each and every hunting season? It’s a lose-lose for both sides. That doesn’t make sense nor does it seem fair to either party involved. So what’s the solution?
I DON”T SEE ONE…which makes my eyes well up with tears. -Chase
What do you think guys? Is hunting a need or just a want? Is it selfish to want/need to hunt even with a family that needs me?
Before you go telling me how mean my wife is or how awesome yours is because you get to hunt 90 days out of the year, know that there is a lot more to the story. We have two small children (3 yrs old and 11 month old), my wife does not work, we do not use day care, or a nanny, and have no family to speak of to help care for the kids. My job takes me away from my family for a total of close to three months during the spring and summer. Leaving my wife completely alone to care for our young children...which she is amazing at.
I also got to go on a 6 day hunting trip to Illinois in November, a weekend trip to South Texas in October, and was able to hunt every day over Thanksgiving on her family land while visiting her family. So it's not like I'm not getting to hunt at all.
Before you tell me to just "bring my family with me", 100% of my hunts are by invite, not allowing me to tote my entire family with me to the hunts.
I am asking for the advice of the elder statement on the green screen on how they balanced work, family, and hunting when their children were small.
Please do not chime in if you do not have children or are unmarried...I don't need to hear how much freedom you have...I used to have the same.
Any advice would be appreciated. I'm sure I'm not the only one who has been down this road.
Many thanks,
Chase
Sent from my iPhone
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