John T, good for you getting out with your son and having the spirit and strength to pack out a moose.
I'm sympathetic to the feelings of all but extreme anti-hunters, but having grown up on a farm and working in the environmental field I note that a lot of ag--both animal and crop--results in some unfortunate effects on ecosystems, wildlife, and ag workers. While scratching my head and agonizing over slob hunting, I'd argue that some hunters are thoughtful, ethical, and respectful by any measure. I enjoy the hard work, the beauty of the surroundings, the quality of the meat, and the sense of personal responsibility. I pack my own meat out, like most, but I also cut and wrap it all.
I take it pretty far in the goal of using everything I can. Two years ago a friend watched me quarter an elk and got impatient as I filleted out the brisket and neck meat. Then I took, to twenty wisecracks, the heart, kidneys, and liver. When I carefully removed and bagged its tongue, though, it blew his mind. He still tells the story of pointing out that I left some ear wax behind.
The next step is learning how to find and care for the sweetbreads...
At this point, I buy about
four chickens, half a dozen pounds of bacon, and half a dozen wild salmon a year. That's my total purchased meat.
John is so right about
the cultural thing (though I note an urban/hepster/foodie move toward hunting). Years ago I dated a serious Buddhist woman here in Missoula, and I ran into one of her meditation practitioner pals in our groovy health food store. I was surprised to see a whole chicken in her cart, and told her so. She asked why, and I referred to her Buddhist practice. She laughed, sidled up against me, wrapped one arm around my waist, and said, "Oh, I'm Buddhist, but that doesn't mean I'm not looking for an elk daddy..."
We are a diverse species, and, as long as that goes along with some respect and humor, I'm grateful for it.
Post Edited (JockMT) : 9/29/2016 2:21:38 PM (GMT-6)