I am a hunter, it is in my genetics, it was nurtured bye my father,grandfather and a few uncles, it was ment too be from my very conception, it is basic human instinct evolved over generations of past hunters, It is a brotherhood of other like minded hunters, it is the solitude of nature and gods creations, it is the beauty of watching the sun rise, it is the journey too new places, It is a awareness of the other creatures and there struggle too survive, It is a wet lab in the blind, it is the joking of your best friend over a missed shot on the goose that was 20 yards away on set wings coming into the decoy spread, it is knowing that you or your friend some day will not be there too rag each other, it is the memories of past hunts on a lonley night as you sit in the room looking at the mounts and those who were with you, it is knowledge that if need be I can feed my family and others as well. It is the awsome wonderment of knowing that the animal I just killed laying at my feet was alive a few moments ago, as I give it thanks for the ultimate sacrafice it just made, As I promise that animal that every part of it will be used too the best of my ability. these are just a few of the reasons I hunt, reasons that someone who buys there meat in a plastic wrapped container, living in a concrete jungle will never understand. We are a people that evolved as hunter gathers, somewhere that was lost too some but there will always be the drive in others too seek solitude in the high places,and woods and fields. Too be one with nature and its animals.