I went hunting - and not in the grocery aisle
Sunday, August 26, 2012
First off - let me say this - I am NOT a hunter. I'm the gatherer. And I am, as much as I wish I wasn't, a carnivore. My husband, however, is a hunter and we eat a lot of venison, elk, antelope, and fowl. He is also the best fisherman I've ever encountered, so we have a lot of fish too. He makes sure we get through the year.
Because he works so hard at this, and because my doctors said I need animal protein for my specific health issues, I've decided I should go and see what goes into it.
Hmmm...I've now been 'hunting' four or five times since last season with him. I've learned that hunting, at least when I'm there, means hours of aimlessly wandering through the woods getting smacked in the face by tree branches. There's also the falling through rotted wood stumps (when you try to step over them), being pelted by pine cones from pissed off squirrels, and attacking vines at your feet. You know - it isn't that much fun.
It might be nice if we actually SAW something other than mosquitos. I seem to hear a lot of noises and my imagination is sure it is a bear just behind that bush. After 3 hours of this, I was kind of hoping it might be a bear just to liven things up a bit.
I did however go because it would be great exercise - and it was. I hiked for a solid 3 hours up and down the hills. There is also the bending to avoid the branches (hubs forgets I'm behind him when he plows through the brush and = THWACK - right to the face).
It wasn't all bad though. On the occasional break he told me stories of critters of huntings past. Like the time he heard all this racket down by the stream and so he goes up and there is a young bull elk playing and splashing in the water. It was jumping up and down like a kid. Then it looked up and went "blahhhhh - who are you?" and ran away. Or the time he came up on 2 sleeping foxes curled up on a rock. He took pictures of that. Or the time a turkey charged him sort of all "blahhhhh - who are you?" And we laughed when I made so much noise that I apologized for filling my shoes with corn flakes before we set out.
So - that was my adventures in hunting. Not sure I will go again because next month we get to add constant rain to the mix. But I will stay appreciative of all he does for me and keep on with my farming and gathering duties.