Being an English Teacher and Professor, I like reading essays. Lately, I purchased 2 or David Peterson's books ("Man Made of Elk" and "The Hunter's Heart: Essays on Bloodsport") and TJ Conrads' "The Traditional Bowhunters Handbook." The Peterson books in particular really touched on the biggest issue in hunting... death and the fact that our sport requires something to die. I would like to start a discussion thread that touches on this important issue.
So, let me ask: If hunting requires death in Nature, and we claim to love Nature, should we hunt at all?
Here is my take, very briefly. Nature is both beautiful and brutal. Life feeds off of life. When I hunt, I participate in that cycle while simultaneously reconnecting with a part of me and humanity that is primal, essential, and spiritual. That is what gets me out of bed in the cold dark or makes me endure the rain, snow, wind, etc.... the shivers, the need to go to the bathroom, hunger, etc... all to spend a day in Nature as a participant in it, not just an observer of it. This requires a reverence for the animals, a bit of mourning, maybe regret? I'll stop there...
What do you all think?