Just Finished Bambi
Now I know why I never wanted to hunt. I remember going hunting with my Dad and a few of his friends. Dad's idea of hunting was to sit on the front porch of the cabin, drinking beers and shooting at any rabbits that went by. I can't remember him ever really getting a buck or doe. But I remember someone getting one, in the woods when I was a kid. I was so shocked and could only stare as the poor animal finally died. I knew then and there that I'd never kill anything while hunting. I know that the time dad took me, I shot 2 trees and a beer can. That was the extent of my hunting experience. At the risk of what HP will say...I do still eat meat. Just don't kill it myself.