About the Blog

"Non hunters, and especially anti-hunters, like to portray hunters as either backcountry hicks or bloodthirsty sociopaths. This may be true for some, but most fall in neither category. We appreciate nature on a level that they will never grasp."

 

 

My name is Jessica, and I love to hunt. Most people don't understand why we hunt. They just see the harvesting of an animal, and nothing more.  But hunting has changed my life in every way possible, it continues to mold it, and gives me new hopes and dreams to strive for everyday.

My husband and I met at a job, but we fell in love because we loved to hunt. What started out as a

simple conversation turned into a night long discussion. One thing that brought our relationship to a start, and that continues to affect it every day, was hunting. We did it almost every day. He was afraid that I would grow tired of it, and I grew afraid of things that would prevent me from going. It's a fire that has been lit inside me, one that can't be extinguished easily. There are times that the flames grow dim and weak, but just as a wild fire starts from a cigarette butt, it can rise back up so strong and fast that it is virtually unstoppable. Non hunters, and especially anti-hunters, like to portray hunters as either backcountry hicks or bloodthirsty sociopaths. This may be true for some, but most

fall in neither category. We appreciate nature on a level that they will never grasp. We share a relationship with the animals we hunt, and those who condemn hunting only wish they could grow as close to animals as we do. We go out in the pouring rain, whipping winds, frigid snow, and sweltering heat just to get a glimpse of the elusive animals we chase, and most of the time, a glimpse is all we're rewarded with. When we are fortunate enough to harvest an animal, we go above and beyond to use every part of that animal we can use. I know I can't speak for all hunters here, but we personally process out own game. If a deer is killed that morning, you can plan on spending the next five hours or so working on the meat. It is no easy task, taking a one hundred and fifty pound animal
and transforming it into dinner for the next few months. It's all part of the process. The scouting, the hard labor, the money, and the time we invest in hunting is something animal right extremists can't hold a candle to. Hunting will be passed on to my son. If he doesn't want to pursue it, then I will not force him, but I will encourage it everyday. I want him to experience the feelings we get while in the woods. I want him to understand that his dinner wasn't bought in a store, that it was worked for and provided for him. I want him to see that every action has a consequence, whether good or bad. My son, my husband, and my freedom to hunt are the three most important things in my world, and hopefully this blog will give you some insight as to why.