I hunt. And by that, I mean that I actually shoot wild animals and use them for food…and occasionally decorations. (It’s the woman in me.)
This weekend was the opening weekend for deer season where I live. I went out, by myself, and walked, waited, and tried my best to think like a deer. I apparently suck at that, but my luck tends to be rather high. As I was getting ready to head home, my sister and her friend told me that there was a nice buck in our barnyard. (How many times do I tell people that we need to start in our own backyards???) 😉
After quite the little escapade, I had my tag filled, meaning my season was done for the year. Yay!
So why do I hunt? Well, it’s not just the thrill of the chase (although, I will admit that I’m kind of fond of that part.), and it’s not just because venison is so very, very nummy. No, it’s not just that at all. It’s because it’s the humane thing to do.
Did I fall and hit my head?
No, in fact, I have most of my faculties pretty well straightened out. And after what I saw a few years ago, I will support every season that is opened for wild animals. (I guess I should put in a “within reason” clause in here, just because I don’t want to be called out on this sometime in the future.) That doesn’t mean I will hunt in every season, but I will support the right to hunt.
It wasn’t so very long ago that we had a deer problem in our yard. In. Our. Yard. Having to bury approximately 200 deer that year was hard, watching all that meat go to waste was hard, knowing that it could have been prevented was hard.
So from now on, I will actively do my part to ensure that the deer population is controlled, and that we are proactive in our steps to ensure a healthy habitat. The key word being “healthy.”
And next year, I will teach my son the skills required to hunt. Typical? Maybe not. But I cannot wait for the chance to show him what my dad and grandpa taught me.
Amen! I grew up hunting and my husband is a hunter. We will teach our girls to hunt when they are old enough. No tags for us this year as we’ve been hit hard with blue tongue and population is down. Great post.
The only thing missing was your church clothes in that pic….lol
Grew up on a dairy farm in the middle of Nebraska. Hunted all the time, but don’t much anymore. One of my greatest hunts was “West-River” South Dakota where we hunted behind dogs on a preserve. Every harvested pheasant was replaced by another next year. The land was beautiful and set aside for the pheasants, the dogs and us.
Frankly, I am appalled at the knuckleheads that make up that anti-gun/anti-hunting contingent. The only thing that a “gun-free zone” does is let the crazy person know there won’t be any resistance.
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