Elky Welky
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I attended a wedding in Lewistown this past weekend, and on my way to the venue Saturday I spotted a fox running along a fence line. My 4 year-old niece was in the car, and she was so excited to see the fox. She thought foxes were mythical creatures like unicorns. Needless to say, her excitement made my day.
Later that eve, I was driving alone away from the venue and there was a dead fox in the road, close to where we had seen the fox earlier. I pulled over and threw the carcass in the ditch out of sight so my niece wouldn't see it (her parents and her were staying a little longer at the wedding). I was heartbroken.
As hunters, we are steeped in death. I commercial salmon fished for 7 summers, so there's even more blood on my hands than most people I know. So I was surprised by my reaction to the dead fox following the wedding, and I continue to ponder my role in all of this. I don't really feel sad when I take a life when I'm hunting, and in fact I tend to be annoyed by the performative sadness I see some hunters act out on social media. Once an animal is down I tend to be pragmatic; I'm grateful for the meat and respect the harvest, but it's all part of the cycle and there's work to do.
Which leads to the question: where's the line? Why would my heart break if I were to lose my pets, but I don't feel for the elk I arrow? Why was I so bothered by the death of a fox on the road? Why did I not care about the untold slaughter I participated in in AK all those years?
I don't expect answers here, but would be interested in others' thoughts and experiences.
Later that eve, I was driving alone away from the venue and there was a dead fox in the road, close to where we had seen the fox earlier. I pulled over and threw the carcass in the ditch out of sight so my niece wouldn't see it (her parents and her were staying a little longer at the wedding). I was heartbroken.
As hunters, we are steeped in death. I commercial salmon fished for 7 summers, so there's even more blood on my hands than most people I know. So I was surprised by my reaction to the dead fox following the wedding, and I continue to ponder my role in all of this. I don't really feel sad when I take a life when I'm hunting, and in fact I tend to be annoyed by the performative sadness I see some hunters act out on social media. Once an animal is down I tend to be pragmatic; I'm grateful for the meat and respect the harvest, but it's all part of the cycle and there's work to do.
Which leads to the question: where's the line? Why would my heart break if I were to lose my pets, but I don't feel for the elk I arrow? Why was I so bothered by the death of a fox on the road? Why did I not care about the untold slaughter I participated in in AK all those years?
I don't expect answers here, but would be interested in others' thoughts and experiences.