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I've never hunted solely for the meat*. I've spent what I could afford to spend on the total package which we call "the hunt". Getting out in the boonies with friends, sitting around the campfire telling yarns, chousing around in the brush, trying to outwit some critter: That beats the heck out of watching some Vidiot-box or hanging out in a beer joint.
Personal enjoyment costs money. That's the system in which we live. I've never had a problem dealing with that reality.
* Well, okay, sometimes in my back pasture, back when I ranched near Austin. Drive out, kill a doe, drive back to the house. But I never really thought of that as "hunting".
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