My journey from being an anti-hunter to becoming a bird and big-game hunter has been a significant transformation. Teaching my daughter about hunting has been a unique experience with its own set of lessons.
I recall my first impression of hunting, which was watching maggots crawl out of a small buck's eyes as it lay in a friend's backyard in central Wyoming. I was only 3 or 4 years old at the time. That night, we ate venison tacos, and I discreetly threw away most of the meat.
I called him a Bambi killer and slammed my laptop closed.
Even after college, my negative perception of hunting persisted. When my boyfriend told me he had shot a deer, I reacted harshly. However, I understood the hypocrisy of my reaction, and I couldn't comprehend why he would want to kill an animal or find joy in taking a life.
Author's summary: A former anti-hunter shares their journey to becoming a hunter.