Monday, April 29, 2013
The Thrill Of The Hunt
I quickly moved the camera away from my face so I could scan the tree for any evidence of the little bird that I was hunting. After a quick search I found the little bird a few feet away from where it had been before. I would now go through the process all over again. This time as I readied myself to press the button, I hoped things would turn out better.
And in that instance that my finger pressed down on that shutter button a sense of great triumph washed over me because my little target stayed in position. I had gotten him!
Taking these pictures actually helps me understand hunting. That thrill is a good thing. I could be a hunter, but I don't like the killing. Thankfully, we now have modern supermarkets where we can get our food. This way most of us normal people are sheltered from the gruesome act of having to kill for our food.
Hunting in this modern age can still be a good thing though... as long as you don't become obsessed with the joy of killing. When that happens, you know it's time to stop. Killing should only ever be thought of as a necessity. Feeding yourself is a necessity. If I had to hunt and kill an animal, I would thank it for its life and mourn its death.
It's all just something I think about.
I also got to write another post within only a couple of days of my last one. You all know that I've had terrible difficulty writing for the past several months. But why is it flowing so well all of a sudden. I'll reveal the embarrassing truth about that in an upcoming post. Until then, I hope you enjoy my pictures of this wonderful little bird who's life I happily celebrate in this post.