The Deer Men in My Life - Life Lessons Learned from Men Who Hunt Deer

A Whitetail Newborn Fawn

Deer are beautiful, especially the young ones. Photo courtesy ebbixx at sxc.hu.
Deer are beautiful, especially the young ones. Photo courtesy ebbixx at sxc.hu.

Reading Habee’s Hub about processing and aging deer meat, I found myself on an adventure into remembering the men I’ve known whose love of deer hunting framed important aspects of my life.

I got to thinking about how complex a subject deer hunting is, as it encompasses time-honored traditions, emotions, and environmentalism.

Our family is a deer hunting family; that’s the way it’s always been. The roots of the hunt in our family are grounded in 18th century Poland and 17th century America.

In contrast to our tradition, there’s the emotional aspect, where the Walt Disney anthropomorphization of a cartoon fawn touched the heartstrings of generations of people around the world who now see a baby deer only as an orphan suffering the pain of its dead mother.

Then there’s the aspect of contemporary wildlife management, where deer are displaced by human development. In some suburbanized and urbanized areas of this country, local authorities schedule controlled kills to reduce the deer population.

Let’s start at my beginning, which is my family’s heritage, and end with a dear and trusted friend’s experiences.

Learning To Be Patient

Uncle Marion

Uncle Marion was one of my mother’s younger brothers. He is gone now. When I was a teenager, he taught me to shoot with a bow and arrow and took me on deer hunts in the New Jersey woods at the hours before dawn. We’d leave home at 3 in the morning, hit a local diner for a deer hunter’s breakfast, and then travel on to one of his hunting haunts. Just before dawn, he’d find the right spot in the woods, and hunkering down with bow and arrow at hand, he would show me how not to make a sound or a movement.

At first, my mind would race with school work to be done or the niggling emotions of everything that was going on in my teenage body about boys and acceptance and, well, all those things that occupy a young girl’s mind. I’d be restless. But then, I’d look at him, at his silence that showed in his body, because there was silence in his mind. He looked to me as though he were dozing. But he wasn’t. He had silenced his thoughts and thus opened the door to perceive any change in the woods. I copied his demeanor as best I could, for hours. Never in one of our hunting trips did either he or I kill a deer, although many were within striking range. He always let me shoot the first arrow, I always missed, and the deer and its friends learned quickly to stay away from our blind.

Uncle Marion taught me not how to kill a dear, but how to be patient and silent.

A Deer Steak Recipe

I don't have Uncle Jan's recipe for his stellar steak. When I asked, all he said was, "Well, beat it up a bit then throw it in the fry pan." Words of a true chef. You might like to try this recipe for deer steak, if you are among the fortunate who have access to venison.

Learning the Lesson of the Sleeping Dog

Uncle Jan

Jan is my mother’s youngest brother. When he was young, he learned hunting, dressing, and butchering from his older brother Marion. As a grown man, he added to his considerable wild game skills when he married into a family steeped in the farming and hunting traditions of the hills and valleys of New York and Canada. Uncle Jan cooks the meanest venison steak in two countries…a melt-in-your-mouth, tender, juicy slab of meat right out of a cast iron skillet on the top of a wood-burning stove.

He’s a quiet guy, leaving talk to his older brothers and sisters and to his wife and her family. Since he doesn’t say much, it’s hard to tell what he’s thinking, or if he’s thinking at all. It’s also hard to tell if he’s listening, but he’s the kind of guy you can talk to, because he doesn’t judge. Sort of like talking to your teddy bear. But he carries with him a powerful language of the body, one which makes me wonder why he didn’t become an Elvis impersonator. He’s got the stance, the seductive smirk, and from time to time the sideburns. He is only about 7 years older than I, and in my teens, my girlfriends swooned over him.

Many years ago, I had a job where I was turned down for a promotion only because I was a woman. I told Uncle Jan about this man who had been offered a job that should have been mine, a man who was pompous and denigrating. Uncle Jan listened, then he said, “Give me the pr*ck’s name and address and I’ll take care of it.” Of course, I didn’t. Many years later, I asked Uncle Jan if he had meant what he said about doing this guy in. “Of course not,” he replied, “but that’s what you needed to hear.”

Where Uncle Marion taught me patience and silence, Uncle Jan taught me the value of informed posture. Perhaps he may have been the David that could have slayed my Goliath, but he also read me very well; he knew I wouldn’t say yes to his offer. What he gave me was the courage, evidenced by his caring for me, to fight for what was mine. Which I did, and which I won.

Yes, let sleeping dogs lie. But do your best to listen to them. They are capable of more than you can imagine.

Learning To Identify with Death

Friend Wayne

My friend Wayne keeps a loaded shotgun under his bed. He lives within the Philadelphia city limits in an exclusive neighborhood surrounded by Philadelphia’s Fairmount Park system. A quaint paved lane leads to the front door of his house which sits on two acres of property. The lane has city lights. An expected driveway leads to his house. But once you go out the back door of his house, you experience nothing but the woods of this extraordinary park system. Since the park system is public property, and his land is not defined by any notice to the contrary, he’s had episodes of prowlers and even home invasions.

Wayne is committed to the city, to his right to defend his property, and also to the necessity of protecting wildlife as it exists in places where humans have displaced it. He’s a fierce protector of animal rights, and he is also a hunter.

Wayne returned from an African safari a few years ago and invited me to share his pictures and tell me about the trip. For three hours, I was transfixed by what he said and by the pictures he shared. He hunted zebra and buffalo and more, and he has the skins to show for his efforts. But the gift he gave me in this telling was his identifying with the animal at the moment of the kill. I can not do justice to his words or thoughts, so I must simply say that he and the animal, for a brief but eternal moment, were one. In this moment, he faced his own mortality.

At the same time, he is the one who is called by animal control or the police department to put a deer out of its misery when it is hit by a car, which happens often in this congested people-dominated environment where wildlife is displaced. He does this with grace.

I learned from Wayne that there’s an acceptance to be had about death. When you engage with the eyes of the animal who you know is near death by your hand, then you can see your own death. In that moment, you die with him.

This is a Tribute to the Deer Men in My Life

These thoughts need no videos or wonky illustrations or photos or more word plays on deer. My tribute to these men is here in my words, reflecting what lives in my heart.

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sabu singh 6 years ago

You just get better and better, ST my deer..... err dear.

This Hub reminded me of the days when, as young lads, we used to go for shikar (as hunting is called in Hindi). These were always with 12-bore shotguns and sadly never with bows and arrows when the animal would have had some chance of survival. But times have changed and so have I. Can't think of killing any living thing now.


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Feline Prophet 6 years ago from India

ST, you've dealt with a subject that many may be squeamish about with such sensitivity. What the reader is left with is the lessons you've learnt from the deer hunters in your life...diverting us from questions about the rights and wrongs of hunting the animals.


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Hello, hello, 6 years ago from London, UK

This was wonderfully written. In spite of what was said and done to some extent deers have to be shot in a certain amount because they would multiply too much and ruin a forest. Also to keep the balance right, the older deer or insured have to be shot. At least was I was told.


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Sandyspider 6 years ago from Wisconsin, USA

Wonderful hub on deer hunting.


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Christoph Reilly 6 years ago from St. Louis

An excellent piece, Sally, thought provoking as well. I am not a hunter, but I don't object to sensible hunting. Many of my friends participate in deer hunting. I choose not to, but am happy to accept gifts of venison, which I love.


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Sally's Trove 6 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

Sabu, you are too kind. I think that going for shikar will not be something I choose to do should I visit India. I am much of your persuasion about not desiring to kill anything. Except centipedes, maybe. (I hate those ugly things!)

FP, in all truth, I don't think there is anything wrong with hunting, so long as the animal is used for food. But you are right, the issue of right or wrong was not the focus I wanted, and I'm glad that came across to your astute eye.

Hh, you are correct on all counts. Fairmount Park's forests have suffered for many years because of deer overgrazing. There is little underbrush, and what tall trees remain are stripped of any new growth from the ground to the height the deer can reach. As always, thank you so much for reading and commenting.

Sandyspider, thanks for reading. Glad you enjoyed.


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Sally's Trove 6 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

I don't object either, Chris. And, like you, I will never turn down a gift of venison. A cousin of mine brings the gift to my house at Christmas so we can spend a happy day making venison stew. I guess it's sort of like getting meat from the butcher...somebody else took care of the unpleasant and controversial details. The stew meat is far removed from emotional and environmental issues. Very glad to see you, stranger. :)


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akirchner 6 years ago from Central Oregon

I see both sides of the issue but as an animal lover and advocate for no-kill shelters, it is really hard for me to get my brain around hunting. I do see that in a lot of cases, it is good for some things as in population control, etc. but if I had to do it - unless I was depending upon it for food - no way! I happen to have moved to a redneck town where hunting is the sport of record and it upsets me day in and day out walking into stores adorned with the heads of animals I happen to love. I just try and grin and bear it and realize that these folks were doing this long before I rode into town on my city slicker wagon but again, different lifestyle. I know a great many folks here that are the nicest people - and I still can't imagine them firing a gun, much less killing animals. To each their own though, eh?


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Sally's Trove 6 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

I think so, Audry, to each his own. However, I do think there's a big difference between killing to eat and killing for a trophy. The animal slain for food deserves respect, and respect in no way includes a public display of its head that serves as a symbol for machismo. It's a fine line.

My friend Wayne has his safari hides, but he doesn't display them in this home design showroom to show off what a big man he is.

It's a cultural thing. There are many, many "nice" people who hunt. And even brag about it a bit. It's a matter of their internalizing their actions and answering questions in a way that satisfies them.

It's always good to have a forum like this, these HP comments, where different views air. It gives those who haven't questioned their motives a bit of a chance to do so.


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trish1048 6 years ago

I love this,I asked Uncle Jan if he had meant what he said about doing this guy in. “Of course not,” he replied, “but that’s what you needed to hear.” What a profound statement.

The part about for an instant being one with the animal absolutely breaks my heart, because as you well know, I love all living things. I fully understand people have to eat, I'm just saying.

And this I adore - my girlfriends swooned over him. Tee-hee-hee :)

Very nicely told, I enjoyed this.


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Sally's Trove 6 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

I am so glad that we have this history between us, Trish. You have read between the lines of everything I've said.

Now, girlie, you wouldn't have been one of those who swooned in the white Plymouth convertible with the red top with Uncle Jan in the driver's seat, would you? LOL.


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trish1048 6 years ago

What? moi? nahh :)


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robie2 6 years ago from Central New Jersey

A tour de force, ST-- thank you so much for introducing me to your uncles and your friend Wayne. This was about much more than deer and a wonderful, nuanced essay. Right you are that you need no videos or newsfeeds-- not when the writing is so good and the memories so profound. Kudos.


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Nellieanna 6 years ago from TEXAS

I wrote too long a comment - should be a hub. I appreciate yours here, Sally. But I shouldn't write a second chapter right here. I may make mine into a hub and if I do, I'll invite you to read it.

This is a subject of special meaning to me, because of my ranch in southwest Texas and hunting operations which have been a part of it.

Thanks for your excellent hub and heartfelt story!


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Sally's Trove 6 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

Nellieanna, I was fortunate to read your mesmerizing comment before it disappeared. I'm sorry I didn't have the time earlier today to comment back or email you. I was thinking the same thing...your comment was so rich that it would be to everyone's benefit should you grow it into a Hub for many reasons, including giving folks your experienced view of the role hunting plays in maintaining healthy wildlife populations. Thank you very much for allowing me a true "sneak" preview! No need to invite me to read the future Hub: I'll see it in the daily HP email announcing my favorite authors' new Hubs.


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Sally's Trove 6 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

Robie2, what a wonderful compliment! I was looking at all that deer meat on Habee's Hub, and the first thing that popped into my head was the stash of 35mm slides I took of a butchering operation in Uncle Marion's garage many years ago. It was so cold in there, I was worried the film or the camera would fail, but they didn't. When I thought about that day, other experiences of deer began to creep into my head. I may have another Hub in the works about the deer women in my life, but I'll probably have to publish that one posthumously. :)


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FlyingPanther 6 years ago from here today gone tomorrow!!

Sally, Thank you for sharing part of your life with all of us .I think you had shared this with me but i am not sure since we do talk about many things when we get together LOL.One side of my family do hunt but like you if it is for food it is alrite but as for the rest...... well you get my drift.

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Shalini Kagal 6 years ago from India

Hi Sally's Trove - so many lessons for life from something like deer hunting. As always, you've put them down so well! Venison is the only meat I don't touch simply because my grandfather was a deer hunting man too. Necessary to keep the deer population in check but it was always hard for me to eat the meat of a creature with such innocent eyes. But, like you, it taught me one huge lesson - never mind what one might feel, one cannot judge from a blinkered viewpoint.


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Sally's Trove 6 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

FlyingPanther, we did have a bit of a discussion about this once upon a time, but I don't think I named names or went into this much detail. When you and I get together, we'll share our hunting stories. Always, TY so much for reading and commenting.


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Sally's Trove 6 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

Shalini, your words "...never mind what one might feel, one cannot judge from a blinkered viewpoint" are so true. They show the disparity among personal feeling, knowledge, and empathy, all of which must be acknowledged and reconciled before judgment has worth.

I like the word "blinkered." I would have said "blinded." But your choice of word is better. In being blinkered, we have hope for ourselves in that being blinkered is not permanent...all we have to do is look around the obstacle to see what's there. Blinded is another story.


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habee 6 years ago from Georgia

Sherri, this hub really makes people think about hunting. I agree with your comment above about killing for meat vs. killing just for a trophy head. Wonderful hub, and thanks for the link! I'll return the favor.


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Sally's Trove 6 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

Thanks for returning the favor, Holle. Your Hub was a true inspiration for me.


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SEO IT! 6 years ago from Tucson, AZ

Fantastic hub. Deer hunting was part of the neighborhood/family culture where I grew up. What a vivid correlation between life lessons and hunting!


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Sally's Trove 6 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

SEO IT, Thank you for your thoughtful comment. I believe there are life lessons in any and every thing, if once chooses to look.


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Dolores Monet 6 years ago from East Coast, United States

Sally - this is a beautiful hub! It says so much about the complicated nature of a good man. And we think that men are simple creatures.

I am not one for killing deer. I understand the need to cull the deer population, but could not do it myself. I certainly would not mind having a deer hunter in my life. Would not mind the venison at all.


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Sally's Trove 6 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

Dolores, your words are so thought provoking. Any human is complicated, and we can understand any human if we let our preconceived perceptions take a back seat. There is a cultural thought out there that men are simple creatures, happiest at the hunt for animals or women, translated as success in dominating a rival... geeze, if only they would be easier to communicate with on terms we understand. HUGE topic!

Maybe having venison to eat is the glue that keeps us stuck to them. :) Like you, I would never turn down a venison steak. I think that's progress in communication and understanding between the sexes.

Thanks for a great comment, as usual!


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RedElf 6 years ago from Canada

Fantastic hub - some less talented or wise writers could have strayed into the emotional side of the story. I grew up among hunters, and hunting for food or one's livelihood was just a fact of life, like the jackknives and matches in waterproof containers that we all carried. I quickly learned that my city friends found these things odd and repellent, so I rarely spoke of those aspects of my life in the north.

My son and his wife both hunt (for food) and we all enjoy the fruits of their labors - and it is labor, as they dress and butcher their own meat(cut and wrap it for the freezer). They also supply meat to his wife's parents as well as our own freezer.

Though I cannot bring myself to kill anything, I would make such a poor vegetarian. I do, however, enjoy using the such skills of the hunter as I possess to capture these wonderful creatures with my camera.


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Sally's Trove 6 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

RedElf, it seems you and I share a similar background when it comes to putting food on the table. Like you, I would make a poor vegetarian while at the same time I can't kill anything.

Also like you, I became mute in the presence of certain others who, quite bluntly, thought hunting and meat eating were signs of gross emotional underdevelopment and a total disregard of contemporary correctness. In those years, I held my tongue while sneaking my family's venison gifts on the sly.

One of the gifts of getting older is being able to put peer pressure where it belongs: on the far side of your own considered conscience.

Thank you so much for your rich comment.


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annemaeve 6 years ago from Philly Burbs

Oh my goodness, do you tell a story, or what! How did I miss all of this?? And aren't you lucky to have such good uncles and friends...

Love you, love your hubs, want all the juicy details soon!


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Sally's Trove 6 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

Glad you enjoyed the stories of your uncles and dear friend Wayne. :) I'm thinking there are many more you have or have not heard, but you have your own as well, like those about your drives with Uncle Marion. Love you and your Hubs too!


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annemaeve 6 years ago from Philly Burbs

There are soooooo many I haven't heard. Drives to fishing with Uncle Marion and Missy(?) were the best. :)


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mulberry1 6 years ago

You're definitely a born writer. Your ability to observe others, to understand them, and to explain/describe without telling us what to think of those observations is incredible. Enjoyed reading this!


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Sally's Trove 6 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

Mulberry, thank you so much for your complimentary words. A wonderful creative writing teacher taught me this, and I guess it stuck: Show, don't tell. Glad you enjoyed the read!


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marisuewrites 6 years ago from USA

This is the first hub I've read, coming back after a sabbatical of sorts. I have swiss steak in the oven, which smells delish, potates ready for smashing, and sweet corn in a pot warming. I am spending a quite evening home alone, a rare luxury for me. I am giving you the background and setting for my reading of your wonderful description of significant people in your life.

I am one of those whiney's who ran from my husband's mother's home when she killed a chicken for our Sunday dinner many years ago. It's difficult for me to kill anything and then eat it, but I was "in" to your stories, and felt your lessons and the high character you witnessed. Such gifted men, who have learned, accepted and valued the animals for their place on earth.

I think the hunters your described are those who have the highest respect for the animal, and understand far better than I that to hunt is to eat, and to eat is to live with and use nature for what it is and was meant to be.

I hear their voice in yours, and have an understanding that while I have not been able to "do" what hunters do, I certainly understand many are not mistreating animals rights. If hunters were like me, we'd be overrun by and "Moosies" "tyrannosaurus Rexies" and there goes the neighborhood.

I'm eating well tonight, because someone killed a cow and that's where the beef is. The only thing I seem to be able to kill is plastic plants, but I have no trouble eating what others kill.

Your special skill of expression and description took me to the hunter's side, I was there...and I think I see a little more clearly now.

Gee, I'm glad I'm back on the hub, and I have missed seeing into your mind...love you, and keep writing...


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Sally's Trove 6 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

Marisue, I am thrilled to see you back! I've missed your meaty comments, engaging Hubs, and inimitable spirit and style. I know I speak for many when I say, "We've been missing you!"

Thank you for your thoughtful comments about hunting and hunters. Most of us are fortunate that we have choices about what we eat and how we procure that food. There's room for everyone's preferences.

And thank you for sharing the setting in which you read this Hub. We know how much we love food, cooking, and kitchens. It made me feel like we were sitting with each other for a spell.

Interestingly, my dinner tonight is without meat. A baked potato filled with my garden tomatoes which have been cooked down with olive oil, garlic, onion, basil, and balsamic vinegar, and a pan of red and green bell peppers, yellow and green summer squash sauteed in butter and olive oil and flavored with black pepper and ginger along with fresh chives from my garden. I'm giving the deer a break. :)

Welcome back!


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marisuewrites 6 years ago from USA

MMM, tonight I had a corn dog and tater tots, not my favorite and a high price for speeding around town. I would have preferred your baked potato and yummies!!!

I went to see Eat Pray Love this afternoon, by myself, had a good cry, and now am melancholy but it was a good show, if somewhat a bit slow, as many good stories are. The Dog and I are home alone, reading hubs, and folding clothes when I take a commercial break. It Does feel good to be back in the Hub of things!! I feel as though I've returned from the Wild!


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Jaspal 6 years ago from New Delhi, India

How did I ever miss this hub? I can so identify with much of what you have written so well about.

I come from a family in which, 40 years ago, when I was young, if you didn’t go for shikar you were not a man; even some of the females would be out on hunts, and they earned special respect because of that. It was fairly common those days to be served freshly shot venison, rabbit or partridge when you were called by someone for a meal. Now, everything has changed in India. It is a crime to shoot any wildlife. If one happens to be in the desert state of Rajasthan, then one better beware: Animal life is considered sacred by a tribe known as Bishnoi. And deer in particular is revered as reincarnation of departed ancestors … the doors are always open to them, and they are fed, watered and venerated. If someone shoots a deer, and a Bishnoi gets to know, he would kill the guy!

As far as the law is concerned, all wildlife – and practically all animals are wildlife – is protected. Occasionally a particular species just might be declared a pest for a specified duration in a small area. Wild boar was thus notified last year in some areas around Delhi that grow sweet potato and sugar cane. One had to stand in line to get a licence to shoot limited numbers, and that was quite a chore. But, oh boy, did we get to relish some of the most tender, almost sweet tasting ham and pork pickle…

But enough of my rants ...

Wish one could some time get to taste some of your uncle Jan’s venison steak ...

I think Mr Wayne is a good guy - all real hunters are much like that. Is he, by any chance, a descendant of someone I much admired - John Wayne?


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Sally's Trove 6 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

Thank you, Jaspal, for sharing your thoughtful comments and your country's perspective on wildlife and hunting.

Wayne is indeed a good guy, although no relation to John.


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Granny's House 5 years ago from Older and Hopefully Wiser Time

I deer hunt and so do most of the people I know. We do it for the meat. It is very lean and good for you. I really enjoy putting the venison up that we get. I do my son's venison too. My son tells me I make the best jerky around!

I am also thinking about becoming a taxidormist.


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Sally's Trove 5 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

Thanks for reading and sharing your thoughts about and experiences with deer hunting and processing, Granny's House.


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C.V.Rajan 5 years ago from Kerala, India

The portrait of the characters that you have painted are indeed very eloquent. You have a keen sense of observing people and bring them out alive through your words.

C.V.


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Sally's Trove 5 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

C.V., thank you for your good words. They are very much appreciated.


C.J. Wright 5 years ago

Outstanding HUB!

Loved this line as I completely identify with it. "But then, I’d look at him, at his silence that showed in his body, because there was silence in his mind. He looked to me as though he were dozing. But he wasn’t. He had silenced his thoughts and thus opened the door to perceive any change in the woods. "

The peace I find deep in the forest is utterly amazing. When you are so still that you blend in with nature you are rewarded with a glimps of nature behaving naturally! That's something you can't get at a zoo or tv.


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Sally's Trove 5 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

C.J., your words are amazingly in tune with a conversation I heard on NPR today. Researchers found that those diagnosed with ADD and ADHD can benefit as much from two 15-minute walks through the woods per day as they can from medication. Doesn't that make us stand up and wonder about the arrogance that leads us to chemical curatives? Thanks so much for your comment. The peace of the woods is not only eye-opening, it is healing.


C.J. Wright 5 years ago

Sally, I could go on and on about the medical communities facination with "physcotropic" drugs. Drugs that have been aggressively marketed to the public.

Since the 1960's these are the 3rd most prescribed drugs in America! What's worse is that they don't even claim to know "HOW" most of them work! It's scary I tell you.


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sgbrown 4 years ago from Southern Oklahoma

Excellent hub! You touched on so many emotions. My husband is a hunter, as was my dad. Hunting has been a part of my life for a long time. I went with my husband a couple of time, and decided I didn't want to see him kill a deer. I will cook and eat it however. When our daughter was little, we told her that daddy only killed the big, mean deer that had dangerous horns. I love being out in the woods, but I shoot with a camera. I really enjoyed reading your hub and you did a wonderful job! Thank you for SHARING this. Voted up and awesome! Have a wonderful day! :)


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moonlake 4 years ago from America

I missed this hub first time around. The men in my family are also hunters. They will spend days in trees waiting deer. I never understood it because I would never go to cold for me. Enjoyed your story of your uncles and friend.


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Sally's Trove 4 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

sgbrown, thank you so much for sharing your thoughts and experiences about deer and deer hunting. I love that you "shoot" with a camera. :)


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Sally's Trove 4 years ago from Southeastern Pennsylvania Author

Hi moonlake! I know what you mean by spending days in trees. My uncles would take coffee cans with them for the "necessary" so they didn't have to leave the blind. Thank you so much for reading and commenting. :)

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