Sunday, February 9, 2014

Honorable Hunters Howl Out Against Wolf Hunts

I am a hunter's daughter who grew up eating the sweet, lean meat of wild game. In our U.S. Forest Service cabin in the High Sierra, we grew strong on elk and venison. Every meal we said grace to God, not the animals whose bodies fed us. I assumed that God, like my father, must be a hunter. I have deep respect for the skilled hunter who has a keen knowledge of nature; who can track, patiently wait, and sustainably hunt for his family.