Nowadays I often find myself with a strange contemplative mix of celebration/euphoria & a tear in my eye while respectfully patting a downed deer or elk be4 I get down to the business of thankfully processing some good eats for the year...
I am perfectly content if I see birds/game & maybe have a half-decent opportunity or two at puttin something in the bag, but the killin for me now is just a little gravy on top of the soul-food meat & potatoes of being out there immersed interactively smack-dab in the middle of God's wonderful world of nature & wildlife! Often it's the other nature & wildlife observed that makes for "the memory of day" - just as much, sometimes even more so than the specific quarry pursued...
I am unashamedly a hunter for life - but equally a birdwatcher, wildflower & flora admirer, amatuer naturalist & semi-greenie in defense of all things wild forever too..Heck, some of my non-hunting friends are rightfully puzzled by the fact that it really bothers me to see a magnificent animal get run over in the road, but it doesn't seem to bother me in the least to kill & eat one!
I didn't start out this way - it took me a long time to get here! As a young buck went thru all the stages...1st just wanted to shoot a gun (A LOT - at anything - no game necessary, dirt clods & pop cans were fine & more action)...Then went thru a rather long phase on the success/limit kick (not really ashamed or proud of it - just was what it was)...Finally got my fill enough to pretty much skip over the obsessive trophy-stage thing...Now just like being out there (never thought I would say this - I still like a solitary ramble in the woods, bowhunting & such - but even more so now the camaraderie-friendly pursuit of sharing it all with friends and/or kids behind a good dog)...Not gonna lie though, even to this day I would go find something else outdoorsy to do if I knew beforehand I was gonna spend a whole season on a willy-nilly crapshoot or tromping my legs off thru fields that didn't have a chance in h#!! of holding nary a rooster!!!
As for giving away game - I eat most of what I catch or kill (and often serve it on the dinner table even to non-hunting friends & family). I do give away quite a bit of meat only to people I KNOW for sure will eat it, but I personally do all the hard work of cleaning/processing it beforehand & give it to them in neat, tidy freezer baggies ready-to-cook (whenever you have a little too much for yourself or just wanna bless somebody, most folks have a tendency to really like & appreciate this kind of gift). Only the lowest of LAZY SLOBS & BUMS make a regular habit of dumping a pile of bloody, uncleaned animals on the farmer or neighbor's porch (don't kid yourself, you're not doing anybody a favor - not the just-as-busy-as-you person who usually receives it, nor the rest of our hunters' image)!
If any of you are really serious about or enjoy ruminating on the subject of this thread overall, the best book I have ever read on the matter is "A Hunter's Heart: Honest Essays On Blood Sport" - a collection of essays compiled by David Peterson. Therein you will find my favorite hunting essay of all-time - "Before The Echo" by wingshooter/birdwatcher & Audobon-naturalist Peter Dunne! A heck of a book for hunting camp or fireside reading at home, with many other brief essays from people on all sides of the aisle that are just as inspiring & intriguing... :thumbsup:
If you want some short stories to read just for fun, DU's 'Autumn Passages' collection is hard to beat. It contains Aldo Leopold's unforgettable 'Red Legs Kicking' & a couple of the funniest duck hunting stories I have ever read, 'In The Presence Of My Enemies' (about a hunting preacher & his deacon sidekick) & 'Russian Agents On the Chesapeake' (a slapstick, side-splitter about game wardens, baiting & breakin all the rules)!
Dang, see y'all boys - I gotta finish packing & get my butt rolling for India!!!