Looking through pics from winter four years ago has me anxious to revisit the southwest sooner rather than later. This was a beautiful sunset I watched unfold while exploring the salt flats in Death Valley.
Hunters get such a bad wrap. I’ve been debating whether or not to put this photo up, but it’s another moral inconsistency I felt I needed to confront. Even though I didn’t take this stag myself, his skull hangs in my house, his flesh fed my family and I for a solid six months, I’ll be forever grateful and I want to honour him further. I don’t look at this picture and see cruelty. His death was not cruel. And if you aren’t a hunter, then you will never reconcile that in your head because you’ll never have seen peace in a dying animal. I don’t support the mass slaughter industry. Other than the meat harvested by the hands of myself or friends, most of my diet is vegetarian. I’ve seen the industry in real life and I’ve seen the videos; animals know when it’s over for them. I do believe mass slaughter is murder, I do believe it is phenomenally cruel. All those animals do feel fear, pain and sadness. You don’t have to be a scientist or psychologist to look into their eyes and know that. Nobody is respecting or mourning them, they’re treated as “things”. A means to an end. In saying that, I don’t think there’s anything intrinsically wrong with eating meat, you just have to be conscious of what goes down and the choice you make, knowing that next time you chomp into a fat juicy steak or Big Mac, you are choosing to enable someone to kill an animal and create a market demand for slaughter. And if you can live with that, power to you, you do you! But please don’t come at hunters accusing us of cruelty. This stag was feeding. An arrow, as quiet as a bird in flight, slipped through him. He stopped feeding, lifted his head a little confused and then continued feeding. Seconds later in that very same spot, he laid down peacefully and expired. There was no fear in his eyes, no sadness or pain. A magnificent creature; he died in a moment, in nature, quietly, surrounded by flowers and birds and dew and mist and all things beautiful about