- Location
- Boring side of the 49th
What happened after will always stick with me..... I was in shock and dad was amazed, but there were no high fives or jumping around...... I calmly (while shaking) walked over and picked up the bird...... my dad took the time to explain to me that I had just taken a life and reiterated the importance of that and reaffirmed that we would eat it......
Good man.. I take it as a strong sign of immaturity when I see people laughing yippin and yapping after a kill, then hoisting the bloody head up with a big smile for a photo. Not something a true man would teach his kids. Not saying it's wrong to get caught up in the moment and adrenaline, and celebrate a little.
However, showing a little respect to what you had to kill to survive(no matter what it is), shows alot of character.





























Well at least you got a sense of humour about it.






















