I assess the situation, my heart tells my head and my head send a message to my trigger finger. I pray the take expires quickly. When it's fair, I know. When it’s not, I also know. The meat tastes the same either way. I do not and will not compete with you-that I promise (it would take the fun out of my hunting). Likewise, you should not compete with me. So why am I a threat?

I am a hunter-there is no denying it! I am also a shooter; I trap; I employ rocks; I use knives or whatever means available. I kill animals (I also conserve and preserve them-the epitome of a love/hate relationship)! I stack the odds in my favor. I take[/b] advantage[/b] whenever I can. There is nothing truly fair about it! It is my[/b] way! Why? Hell, I do not know. Maybe it’s the result of a deep rooted trick innately given to me by my ancestors- those folks who slaughtered animals by running them off cliffs. Maybe it's because I'm too slow and unable to catch things with my bare hands.

I am ok.