To respect God's creatures and his creation enough to become a part of it. To be an active participant in Nature. The feeling of being alive you get when that rush of adrenalin spikes your senses in the wild.
To carry out the tradition and the traits of our anchient ancestors, knowing that we have the instinctive ability to hunt and forrage. To use our intellect, and physical skills to coordinate the efforts necessary to humanely and swiftly harvest an animal for our personal consumption.
To breathe fresh clean air, smell natural smells, and to see life in its bare harsh reality as God meant it to be. And to taste the fruits of our dedicated efforts, untainted by domestically used chemicals, steroids, and antibiotics. Such a lean, high protein food source, a natural resource owned by the people, available to all who care to pursue it.
Hunting is freedom. Freedom from the hustle and bustle, freedom from the sight of human population growth, freedom from lines, crowds, and traffic. It is this freedom that constantly reminds us of our stewardship responsibility to our wild animals. Being a hunter forces us to accept and participate in this stewardship role. Hunting makes us better people, more caring, more responsible. Hunting makes us both physically and mentally more healthy. Hunting makes us appreciate life, how precious it really is, how so many humans take this life for granted.
We know that we can depend on our abilities to always provide for ourselves and our loved ones, no matter how dire our world becomes. Our skills as hunters make us better observers, hone and release our senses, and seep into our character as humans.
Although not all humans are meant to be hunters, those that participate in this endeavor eventually become realists, naturalists, and conservationists. Some humans are just better gatherers, forragers, and order givers. Some humans just don't get it. About life that is. It's a full circle. For something to live, something else must die. Whether it be oceanic photoplankton being swallowed by a whale, or a root vegetable being consumed by a cottontail rabbit, or a red fox munching down a field mouse, or a barn swallow gulping down a gypsy moth, or a whitetail deer being consumed by a human family, this circle is clear.
At one with Nature. A hunter.