The author of a book I’m reading spoke of a man who said he would not have a son who wouldn’t harvest a deer. The writer then said this.

“After thinking about Leopold’s statement, though, I believe that he made a valid point. Not that he would actually disown his son, but at least in spirit he would be disappointed in the lad’s failure to recognize that, finally, life is based upon muscle, blood, and effort in our own survival.”

It’s a simple statement, about a simple life, but I think he summed up why we love hunting. It’s a world where the best looking, the smartest and brightest, the most looked up too, is the best hunter/survivalist. Stokes the fire inside me just thinking about it.