Or something like it...
When I shoot an animal, I always say a little prayer of thanks before I start butchering. I spend some time with the carcass and contemplate the circle of life and make a point of appreciating the animal's beauty. I also feel a certain sadness at the passing of its life and a sense of loss, but also gratification that it will, in a way, continue to live in me.
I know many Indian tribes have a history of giving thanks when they make a kill, but I'm not trying to emulate them; it's just that my Grandfather taught me that all life is precious and not to be taken lightly. I'm also a Christian who believes in the Biblical idea that men are stewards of the land and the animals and have a responsibility to treat them well. It just feels right to accord the taking of a life a moment of respect.
I ask here because I was recently talking to a fellow about this and he opined I was a "wuss" and shouldn't hunt if I feel this way. I told him that I feel he should be the one to put up his guns if he doesn't appreciate the animals he hunts. I value the opinions of the forum members here and would appreciate your unvarnished feedback. Am I just a girlie-hunter, or do some of you other hairy-chested he-types feel the same? :thumbsup: