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.
Had I, he asked, ever wounded an animal but failed to kill and recover it? If so, how did I deal with that?
What is so compelling about the idea of life lasting until an organism gives up the ghost of its own accord?
The second part of the question was more focused: “Now, when you see deer, do you see meat on the hoof?”
Emotionally speaking, what are the differences between hunting wild animals and slaughtering domestic ones?
I’d like a bumper sticker that tells the world why I hunt and how I feel about the wild creatures whose world I share.