Thanks for the kind words, guys.


Ten years ago, if someone told me I'd be giving up hunting, I'd of said they were crazy. I lived and breathed hunting.

I think my problem was greed. I was killing deer just to keep my reputation for friends and family. They always talked and bragged about me being the deer slayer. Anytime the conversation turned to deer hunting(which was often) I'd hear the comments. I liked it. I didn't want to lose my reputation so I kept killing.

Today I regret it! It wasn't right of me. Yeah, my family and me ate lots of venison and I would give lots away. But it was senseless for me to shoot all those deer for some selfish pride.

Even back then, I'd feel a little remorse once in a while, but was always able to shug it off. As years went by it got harder and harder to do.

I always felt pressure when I was hunting. I had to fill my tags.I had to get a deer. What would everyone think if I didn't get my tags filled? I liked hunting but that pressure kept me from enjoying the total experience of it all.

In time, it all caught up to me. I slowly started to realize, it was wrong. About this time, I had this doe coming to my backyard. In the back of my mind, I knew my hunting days were numbered.


I still love the taste of deer jerky and all that stuff. Guess I'll have to pick up a few road kills

Maybe this fall, I'll get the bug and grab a camera. but anyway guys, thanks again. I'm sure I'll stop by from time to time to see whats going on in here.



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