The joys of hunting

I started hunting the first day of September and quit just a few days ago. In between, I hunted more days than not.

Now the wait begins, eight long months before it starts all over again. Eight months that I do other things – fish, garden, work on the house, and write. But while I do those other things, I think of hunting.

When people ask what I do, I tell them I hunt, fish and garden, but mostly I hunt. A lot of folks smile and nod, some ask what I hunt, and others quickly move on to another topic, uncomfortable with anything involving guns.

I’m so infatuated with hunting that the harvest has...