Today is opening day of deer season in Pennsylvania. Granted this picture doesn't show hunters with anything bigger than rabbits or pheasants. The woman in the middle is my great-grandmother though. Yes, she hunted. My great-grandfather is kneeling with my uncle on the left and my grandfather on the right. I come from a family of hunters, men and women. It kept food on the table when times were tough...or not so tough. I never hunted (Mom wouldn't allow it) but I know how to handle a rifle and a shotgun and was taught from an early age to have respect for the power of a fire-arm, they are no toys.
Diana has hunted since she was 13. This is the buck she got her very first year (within the first two hours of opening day, which is a pattern she repeated every year until last year). Isaac went out for the first time last year and is hoping this year will be his turn to put food in the freezer for winter. Yes, we eat what we take. That's the point.