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>The kill, if it even happens, is not the fun part for me. It is the beginning of the work. Work to take care of the meat that I just harvested. The fun part is spending time in the woods or field as a steward of mother nature. Watching a fat squirrel climb into your stand, or a fox sneak through the woods, or eagles chase turkeys, that is fun. Or the time that a twentysomething can spend with his 70ish grandfather alone that is special. It is not sick. <

I'm glad I read all the posts before I posted, because this is pretty much a mirror of what I would have written. Hunting for me is a beautiful adventure, a chance to communicate with nature and her Creator. If I did happen to kill something that would end up on my table later that evening, or in the freezer, I considered that icing on the cake.