My dream hunt is more about the place than the critter. I love the high coastal bluffs on the CA, So Oregon Coast. The mixed conifer/oak woodland environment interspersed with grassy meadows and rocky monoliths overlooking the pacific. The way the fog moves in those steep canyons, with brushy, small coastal streams at their bottoms... There's black tail deer, hogs, bears, squirrel and all kinds of critters, and they all have a place in that ecosystem. And I'm sitting on a rocky outcropping, invisible, hidden in the roots of a gnarly bay laurel, watching the edges a sloping meadow, with the sun setting over the pacific. The smell of the wet dirt, and the voice of a raven somewhere. Bow in my hand and a quiver full of arrows. That's my dream. And I get to live it, every once in a while. I'm a happy man.
Gabe