There are numerous reasons why we hunt. From reconnecting to nature, to exploring aspects of our primal selves, to simply putting meat in the freezer. Yet for many, the prevailing thing that drives them into the forest every fall is the desire to hang a big set of antlers on the wall. Antlers are what
I used to hate the looks. The small eye rolls and the raised brows. The quizzical shadow that briefly flashed across other hunters’ faces when they looked at my deer. Most of the time they didn’t say anything much; they just offered a small, half-hearted congratulations before moving on down the trail. But every now
