Hunting wasn’t as noble an experience as it’s portrayed by some folk. We weren’t out there in the wilderness set up in tents. We weren’t hiking up mountains in search of longhorn sheep and we damn sure didn’t use every part of the animals we killed. That noble savage shit never made sense to me. Seems as though my family took part in it because the older generation was poorer than we are now. Sort of a past relic.

We were archers, not because of our red skin, but because our uncles were convicted felons and could no longer use firearms. So they picked up the next best thing, compound bows. And that was all it…