People regularly ask me why I hunt.
They are surprised that I would willing wake up at 2 a.m., crawl out of my warm bed and drive to a boat ramp two hours away from my house, regardless of the weather, just to shoot at a couple ducks.
Question: “You must really like killing stuff”…
Answer: No, that’s not it.
Question: “Wow, you must really like guns”…
Answer: Well yeah, I really do like guns.
Question: “Do you really eat those ducks”…
Answer: Yes, I do eat those ducks: and those geese, and those doves, and those pheasant, and those quail and…well you get the point.
I hunt to be outdoors experiencing nature while the sun rises and sets.
I hunt to be on my boat, facing into the wind and bouncing across the water.
I hunt to be sitting in a blind at first light when the Earth starts to come to life.
I hunt to be alone with my thoughts while simultaneously spending time with my friends and my family.
I hunt to see the wonder in my sons eyes when a flock of ducks locks up on our decoys.
I hunt to introduce as many people as possible to hunting.
Quite honestly I hunt to feel free.