You’d think, living in Northern New Brunswick, that I’d been hunting before. It was not something we ever did growing up, though, and as an adult I’ve avoided it because of the “ew” factor.
A few years ago, my husband decided to try it. I, however, had no interest in it whatsoever. I did not want to think about those poor animals, let alone have them for supper.
There was one thing, though, that drew me: The outdoors. And so, yesterday I dressed warm with an outer layer of hunter orange (I’ll admit I grumbled a bit at the ugliness of these items!), climbed on the back of the four-wheeler, and headed into the woods.
The quiet, the fresh air, and the friends will draw me back again.
P.S. Happily for me, at least, no animals were harmed on this outing. This, too, makes it more likely that I will go “hunting” again!