I guess I hunt for meat, but it's not quite all of it and it's not quite that simple.

I love being outdoors and spending time out in the woods. It's peaceful. I can clear my head of the things that worry me. I love the thrill of the hunt. Call it instinct, but my soul feeds on it. I love being able to say that I can put food on my family's table without some of the modern conveniences of today's society. I love the comraderie of the people I hunt with: my family, friends, and neighbors. I also love the memories I keep from my hunting trips. Each one has special meaning. I am also now currently getting to enjoy watching my daughter get to experience hunting for the first time. And knowing that she will be able to provide for herself and her family later on in life.