Animals Hunting Stories

WWJE? Pt 2: You Kill It You Eat It

This is Part 2 in my series What Would Jesus Eat? I continue to lay on the therapist’s couch with you and delve into my past to uncover the roots of my own relationship to food.

90d8.jpgGrowing up in rural Texas hunting is like a rite of passage. It was something everyone I knew participated in at some point. It was a topic of conversation at school, who had gotten the biggest buck. Photos of prize trophies are featured prominently in the local paper. Somewhere out there is an incriminating photograph of me with my one and only kill.

Hunting deer involves getting up very early in the morning, going out in the woods somewhere in a deer blind in the middle of winter. Now, you might say “It’s Texas how cold does it get?” Well, all I can say is it was usually cold enough for this junior high kid to choose sleeping in and watching cartoons over freezing my nuts off in a deer blind. I was always saying I was going to go hunting with my dad, but crapping out when I actually had to wake up.

Finally, I went through with it. I don’t remember all the details of this trip. I remember sitting out there for a while doing nothing. Then a deer appeared in view. My dad told me to get ready. I sighted the .22 directly behind the deer’s front leg, where it would hopefully go straight through its heart. I breathed in, held my breath and squeezed the trigger. Honestly I don’t remember what happened after that. I knew my shot was true, but the deer had disappeared.

I definitely remember how pissed my dad was when he tracked it to the creek. Apparently it had enough left to run into the creek before it died. Dragging a dead deer out of a creek in freezing temperatures was not my dad’s idea of fun. By the time we got it out of there our fingers were completely numb. My dad took his knife and opened up the torso to gut the deer. “Stick your hands in.” Are you serious? Yes, he was. And I have to say warm deer blood never felt so good.

I remember helping out with making deer sausage and jerky on numerous occasions. I’m sure I helped out with this one. My Opa had a hand turned meat grinder. We turned the grinder while one person put the cuts of meat into the grinder and it came out in a “casing” (aka intestines). Then they were hung up in my Opa’s garage to smoke.

There’s something I definitely appreciate about hunting. It gets you out of the comfortable indoors. It was something to do with my dad and there was nothing better than hot chocolate in a freezing deer blind. In Michael Pollan’s The Omnivore’s Dilemma he spends a good amount of time talking about philosophies of hunting and animal rights as he prepares for his first hunting trip for boar. I can’t say how much hunters in Texas reflect philosophically about what they’re doing. There’s definitely lots of trophy hunting, which is antithetical to what I find admirable about hunting.

Share your experiences with hunting or thoughts on killing your own food.

Next up… How I Got Over Myself and Learned to Love Tofu

3 comments on “WWJE? Pt 2: You Kill It You Eat It

  1. Hmm you know what, I sympathise with your experience. I went hunting many times with my Dad here in Australia and I can say the experience completely redefined my relationship with what I eat, not to mention my understanding of life and death.

    Aside from the many things we harvested, we once were shooting certain ‘pest birds’ on a friends farm to help protect his sheep. I must have clipped one of the birds in the leg as the next morning when we went out hunting we found one of the birds in the grass missing a leg and getting attacked by ants. It was my job to execute this animal.

    Seeing the misery of this defeated creature changed my understanding of hunting. It created more respect for the life of the living than any other lesson or moment in my life. I think hunting should be something that features in the lives of every young person. It is like a practical in ethics and a cornerstone of understanding morality.


  2. Just to clarify, I was a vegetarian for just over a year and began eating meat again last month. I can understand ethical objections you may have towards hunting, but IMHO letting an animal live a natural life before it is harvested is as ethical as it gets.

    I started eating farmed meat again as the label of ‘vegetarian’ grouped me with a section of society who’s reasoning and ill informed ‘ethics’ I depise. For most it seems ethics means anthropomorphising animals as opposed to developing an understanding of what they are.


  3. Seb,

    Thanks for sharing. Your story gets right to the heart of what my experiences meant for me. It puts you face to face with life and death and the fact that the food that sustains you everyday is part of that.

    I’ll get into issues with the meat industry before too long i’m sure. But my problems with hunting are mainly when it no longer acknowledges what you and i just shared… that it is an intimate part of life and death. when it’s just about trophies on a wall i have problems. All I’ll say for now is eating meat that you have hunted yourself is way better for you than buying those frozen patties at the store.


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