I’ve always wanted to go hunting for the same reason, except the only person I’ve ever told was Chris. It just seems like something we should all do sometime. It’s what we’ve done for generations, why not experience it at least one time?

Maybe, someday.

Also. Two words: meat pie. Yum.

Thanks for posting the kill floor vid and all the kind words,
Kevin

I will never forget when I was easily shooting squirrel after squirrel that were chewing the wood on our house on the acreage, when a most beautiful specimen with a bright, red, shiny coat appeared in the tree in front of the house. I must have shot at it 4-5 times at fairy close range before hitting it. It just sat there, not moving and I had the darnest time, somewhere deep down feeling that I shouldn’t kill this beautiful thing. I’m convinced that that creature was there to teach me a lesson. I couldn’t eat meat for some time after, as I saw that squirrel sitting in my plate. I shot no more after that. Some time later, with a terrific storm brewing, I could hear a nest full of baby squirrels squealing with fear. I believe I may have taken their mother.

Why am I sharing this? Maybe because, while it’s true we are carnivores I feel we also tend to rely too much on animal flesh for our substinance when there are many very healthy alternatives. In my opinion. it’s a matter of balance.

And that it astounds me how well the kids are taking it. No hesitation to eat the chicken tonight, asking, “Is that the rooster you killed?” “I see feathers!” “This meat is STRONG!” We haven’t let them witness any of the killings yet, though they’ve seen plucking and drops of blood and wandered by during evisceration. I do think that I am, again, over-thinking it and it would be a good thing for them to see, to understand.