I haven’t posted much lately but not because I haven’t been outdoors. In fact I have been outdoors a bunch, but I have been hunting. I make the assumption that most people who follow my blog are hikers and although hunters do a lot of hiking, most hikers don’t hunt. I consider my self a small “h” hunter, not “A Hunter”. I am very sensitive to animals being mistreated so my family only buys organic humanly raised meat from a local farm. In the words of the Duck Dynasty guys: ” I dont trust meat from the grocery store.” I have recently come to the realization that there is nothing more organic than a wild raised deer, and that no one can be sure that the animal was harvested in a “humane as possible” way as me. So not wanting to be an ignorant carnivore who is disconnected with where my food comes I feel as if I should be able to accept the full consequences of where meat comes from.
I have not got a deer yet, but I have spent some beautiful time in the woods and have come to the realization that hunting and hiking although sharing similar venues have very little in common for me.
The tree stand that I have sat in and watched the squirrels from for hours:
View from the stand
I’m not very good at hunting yet, but I have gotten very good at sitting in the woods until I am nearly hypothermic.