Can Someone Explain Hunting to Me?

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Memories of hunting deer (for meat) has to be some of my fondest memories of growing up -- out in the morning mist, in the moutains, overlooking some of the most beautiful country I've ever seen. All the while trudging up and down the hills, strategizing over where the elusive whitetail might be found. And I remember the whole "meat isn't grown in celophane" realization realy hitting home after my first successful hunt. It was something I always knew, of course, but had never really understood -- somehow you get a new perspective on the nature of life when you personally take the life of your food yourself.

Haven't been able to do that for a long time due to various time-consuming responsibilities, but those were beautiful experiences.