My antler handled Bowie knife.....
What does it for me is the pounce from the tree, making a perfect "slash and jab move", the crash to the earth, the struggle between life and death, avoiding the trashing hoofs and antlers, and feeling the life escape such a magnificent animal.
Knowing you are part of the natural process.
I may not physically be able to hunt with my knife much longer, and this brings me great sadness. When that time comes I must move on...
I am left with a blessing to have a deep understanding that it is not about the weapon of choice, but the challenge and pursuit, THE HUNT!!!
I don't hunt to have killed, but kill to have hunted...