From Anti-Hunter to Hunter
My journey from being an anti-hunter to becoming a bird and big-game hunter has been significant. Teaching my daughter about hunting has also taught me valuable lessons.
I recall my first impression of hunting, which was watching maggots crawl out of a small buck's eyes in a friend's backyard in central Wyoming when I was just 3 or 4 years old. This experience led to a lasting impression, and even when I had venison tacos that night, I secretly threw away the meat.
I called him a Bambi killer and slammed my laptop closed.
As I grew older, my views on hunting didn't change immediately. When my boyfriend told me he had shot a deer, I reacted negatively, despite understanding the hypocrisy of my reaction. I struggled to comprehend why he would want to kill an animal and find joy in taking a life.
Author's summary: A personal journey from anti-hunter to hunter and teacher.