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Memories of a wonderful hunting, trapping boyhood
Today's urban culture for the most part is a most hypocritical culture. We, like packs of ravenous wolves, consume all kinds of meat yet lament the death of a cow, a hog, a sheep, a deer, a rabbit, a quail, a squirrel, etc., etc., etc. - BILLY JOE FUDGE
Comments re article 72497 Jackson Brower Childhood hunting experience his last ever
By Billy Joe Fudge, Retired District Forester
Kentucky Department of Forestry
I am profoundly sorry that you had such a life altering, disastrous, first hunting trip. It seems that you were not quite prepared either emotionally or experientially to be thrown into a situation where the death or injury of living creatures was a surety.
My Father, Ordell Fudge, was one of the most avid small game hunters who ever lived in The Great Wooded South.
He was an avid sportsman who enjoyed the sport as much as the harvest of delicacies for his and then, our table. During his early childhood and young adult years he made more money trapping and hunting than he did doing farm work for neighbors and working in the timber harvesting and sawmill businesses. He had an ingrained respect for nature and animals and understood that their death meant an enhanced quality of life for him, his family and neighbors.
He would never have put me into the situation you were in, unprepared for any of the emotional scenarios that might have developed. I made many hunting trips with him and with his hunting partners and until I graduated to a proper level of maturity, I was not even allowed to carry a gun. I would help gather up harvested game, carry the squirrels, rabbits and quail and then help clean them when we arrived back home.
Today's urban culture for the most part is a most hypocritical culture. We, like packs of ravenous wolves, consume all kinds of meat yet lament the death of a cow, a hog, a sheep, a deer, a rabbit, a quail, a squirrel, etc., etc., etc.
Our culture, like your Father, has not allowed us to "grow up" into mature, cognizant adults who celebrate the cycle of life which includes death. Each generation becomes more "urbanized" and further removed from the natural world which sustains it. We see the consequences of this distorted sense of reality everywhere and in almost every "civilized" national, regional and local culture.
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