I’ve been out hunting nearly every day for the last three weeks and until yesterday hadn’t seen a thing. The season ends in a week, so I was beginning to think 2015 would be a year without tacos, meatloaf, spaghetti sauce, tenderloin, chili, stew, cubed steak and summer sausage (and liver for Ginny).
But yesterday evening nature provided a big buck. So now the pressure is off. There will be red meat in the freezer and on the table next year.
I know the subject of hunting bothers some people. I totally understand that.
I take no pleasure in killing animals. But I do get some satisfaction from knowing that no animal will die to feed me without first living a pleasant natural life on this farm. The deer that I took yesterday was not fattened with GMO corn on a filthy feed lot. He didn’t have any hormonal growth promotants implanted in his ear. He wasn’t slaughtered on an assembly line. And neither was he terrified and chased around the county by a pack of dogs while so-called hunters waited along roadsides for a chance to shoot at him. Instead he died instantly and without stress or fear, with a belly full of acorns, leaves and wild grasses. In the several years he’s been roaming around here he’s probably fathered dozens of offspring–and likely enjoyed some tasty meals in our gardens. He has been part of the organism that is our farm and so even now, he lives on.
I like being aware of where my food comes from. As long as I eat meat, I prefer to know its true cost. I don’t want to eat animals without ever getting any blood on my hands.
Before I field-dressed the deer, I thanked God for providing him. I thanked the deer for his sacrifice. And I asked forgiveness of both of them.
I’ll go hunting again today and every day next week. It’s an important part of this season in this life. I will try to take at least one more, if possible. But if not, so be it.