When I sit to a meal of meat, fish or fowl taken by my own hand I have a deep understanding and appreciation for the life that was given to provide that meal. I believe this is quite unlike the unappreciated sanitized version as conveniently offered by the super market to the many people who will criticize us. There is also the added bonus of the wild game NOT being full of growth hormones and chemicals to fatten and bring it quickly to market nor the meat being processed with all kinds of injections to tenderize, preserve and alter its taste.

However, there's a lot more to hunting than harvesting the game or finding a better trophy. What continually brings me back to it is being so close to nature in a remote area; the smells, sights and sounds of the woods, lakes and country side; a bright, cold, crisp morning with frost on the trees and snow that squeaks underfoot; seeing and hearing wildlife in natural settings; the excitement of the quiet and solitude suddenly broken by a baying hound over the next ridge; the feel of a fine rifle in my hands; a great hot meal in the hunt camp and most of all the camaraderie of family and friends sharing the experience.