I can’t recall where I heard or read it, but it’s a thought that has always stuck with me about the hunting experience: “I stood for a moment in the oldest stillness on earth.”
Beautiful words, Josh. It's a tough feeling to describe to anyone who hasn't knelt down beside something they set in motion. I think reverence is close, but you're right. The word just doesn't do it justice.
I am not an adult-onset hunter. I grew up watching my dad butcher deer in the backyard. I was weaned on venison and wild turkey. I spent large portions of my youth toting a shotgun. But the first time I knelt beside something I was responsible for killing, that was a whole other emotional experience. It suddenly makes the whole process, the whole journey to the plate, feel like something sacred.
What an amazing gift to have those memories with your father. I hope that my kids feel the same way when they get older. Thank you for being here, thank you for reading my words and receiving them with kindness - it means a lot to me.
Excellent Josh. This post should be a pre-requisite for all cooks.
Thanks, John, you're too kind.
Your welcome. Keep it up!
I can’t recall where I heard or read it, but it’s a thought that has always stuck with me about the hunting experience: “I stood for a moment in the oldest stillness on earth.”
Beautiful words, Josh. It's a tough feeling to describe to anyone who hasn't knelt down beside something they set in motion. I think reverence is close, but you're right. The word just doesn't do it justice.
I am not an adult-onset hunter. I grew up watching my dad butcher deer in the backyard. I was weaned on venison and wild turkey. I spent large portions of my youth toting a shotgun. But the first time I knelt beside something I was responsible for killing, that was a whole other emotional experience. It suddenly makes the whole process, the whole journey to the plate, feel like something sacred.
Thank you for sharing this.
What an amazing gift to have those memories with your father. I hope that my kids feel the same way when they get older. Thank you for being here, thank you for reading my words and receiving them with kindness - it means a lot to me.
Stay wild out there!
Yet again, well said. The closest word I’ve used to sum up what you’re describing is “stewardship” but even that falls short of so much.
Thank you, Jeff. Agreed on stewardship.