From Anti-Hunter to Hunter: A Personal Journey
My journey from being an anti-hunter to becoming a bird and big-game hunter has been transformative. Teaching my daughter about hunting has also taught me valuable lessons.
My first impression of hunting was a disturbing one. I recall watching maggots crawl out of a small buck's eyes as it lay in a friend's backyard in central Wyoming when I was just 3 or 4 years old.
I couldn't have been more than 3 or 4 years old.
That night, we ate venison tacos, but I secretly threw away most of the meat. Growing up, my family didn't hunt, and I didn't understand the concept.
Even after college, I still held strong anti-hunting views. When my boyfriend told me he had shot a deer over instant chat, I called him a "Bambi killer" and slammed my laptop closed.
I called him a Bambi killer and slammed my laptop closed.
Although I understood the hypocrisy of my reaction, I couldn't comprehend why he wanted to kill an animal or find joy in taking a life.
Author's summary: A personal journey from anti-hunter to hunter and teaching my daughter about hunting has been life-changing.