When you get an enthusiastically appreciative email from a fellow vegan-turned-hunter on the opposite side of planet, you smile. When he sends you a thought-provoking article that echoes many of your own thoughts and feelings, you sit up and pay attention.
I haven’t fallen off the planet. I hope you find some tasty morsels in the mixed bag to come.
For the future of wildlife conservation, it is crucial that we bridge the gaps between hunters and non-hunters.
Online at The Atlantic: “A Caretaker and a Killer.”
Years ago, I would have found it utterly repulsive to watch video footage of a hunter killing an animal. Over the past decade, as a hunter, I have occasionally watched such scenes. I still don’t enjoy seeing them. The analogies I use to explain my discomfort are both imperfect.
Months ago, I was going to write about making my first drum.
Too often, conversations about diet get short-circuited by the certainty and intolerance characteristic of fundamentalism.
The greens and meat are made of all these things, all these places, and more. And so, too, are we, as we ingest them.