tramsey wrote:
Excellent shots - A couple of them belong on your wall.
When I was fourteen my dad gave me a rifle and we went deer hunting. We were just walking along going to our stand, talking and laughing. A six point buck jumped up in front of me about as far away as though does in your pictures. My dad whispered, "Take him." I shot him and watched him hit the dirt. I ran up to it, happy. I had my first kill! Then I saw what 'dead' looked like. It is not pretty. I started to cry and I knelt over the deer crying away. I apologized over and over for killing him. I remember looking at his eyes when he jumped up and I remember looking at his eyes when he was dead. I never went deer hunting again. It was a long time before I could eat any meat without getting sick
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Personal opinion there is a valuable lesson there, best learned early. When more kids hunted, less kids shot other kids. The outcome was real, unchangeable, and lethal. I hunted from a young age, but upland game, plus rabbits & squirrels. Deer as a young adult and beyond.