I once read the emotion one feels while hunting described as fierce joy. That sums it up pretty well for me.
it's almost a mystical experience when i draw down on a buck, doe or hog even a squirrel.
there's something going on when i choose to take an animal's life so i can eat it.
i try to never lay eyes on big wary game like older deer or hogs.
humans have hunted for 10,000 years at least.
paying the kings ransom to hunt lives on.
i still hate a pistol toter's tax.
