And I had no idea how it would affect me till Joe got him self an 11 point buck this evening. Standing there, I found myself unable to breathe and crying. I had to go back in the house just to get away from the smell of death.
I also told him he couldn't 'dress' it here! He couldn't understand why I wasn't happy about his kill. And I couldn't explain it to him either. I mean, I'm happy he's happy. It's his first deer in the 7 yrs we've been together.
I'm not against hunting, there is a reason behind it. There is a long standing tradition, when done properly! When the meat is used and the hide is used and nothing goes to waste.
But I couldn't 'get behind' the death of such a graceful and beautiful animal. I won't be eating any of it either. Just the thought makes me sick to my stomach.
I probably won't even post a picture of it. But then again, he is awfully proud of himself. And I'm proud for him, just not of his actions.
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