My Journey from Anti-Hunter to Hunter
My first impression of hunting was a disturbing one, watching maggots crawl out of a small buck's eyes as it lay in a friend's backyard in central Wyoming when I was just 3 or 4 years old.
This experience, combined with my family's lack of hunting tradition, initially led me to oppose hunting. Even in college, when my boyfriend told me he had shot a deer, I reacted strongly, calling him a "Bambi killer" and slamming my laptop closed.
I couldn't understand why he wanted to kill something, or how someone I loved could find joy in taking a life.
Despite my initial reactions, I have since undergone a significant transformation, becoming a bird and big-game hunter myself and now teaching my daughter about hunting.
Author's summary: A former anti-hunter now hunts with her daughter.