long ago i decided to avoid the hunter versus non-hunter debate as i felt it unwinnable by either side. you either were or you weren't.
i am a very comfortable hunter. i cannot articulate properly my deep sense of focus, of involvement, of being, while hunting to the non-hunter and have come to believe that the act of hunting, the fact of being a hunter is so deeply imbedded in my genes, so primal, that it is inexplicable. the very activity may even precede language itself as a way of, a source of, life and therefore have no need of verbalization.
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ReplyDeleteUnlike most children, I was raised in the fields, on the ponds, on the cool sands of the eastern seaboard in the fall, and along the crystal clear flats of the Florida Keys. We didn't travel to amusement parks like so many to be enamored by the flashing lights, and repetitive songs of these places.
ReplyDeleteRather, daybreak, and long cool days filled my youth. My first blue fish, my first deer, my first duck, goose, and pheasant. Hot summer afternoons where the dove filled the sky like grey clouds flashing overhead.
Never would I replace the opportunity I had as a young man to experience the hunt, to be educated by so many great men on how to create the best opportunities in the situations mentioned above.
The only regret I have is that in my adulthood I have failed to build off of the experiences I was allowed as a young man.