Deer Hunting

I haven't been writing lately, we went out of town to go deer hunting. Well, my husband, father-in-law, and brother-in-law go hunting. Me and my mother-in-law either go shopping or out to lunch and hang out around town. Last year they did not get anything even though they tried for a deer and an elk. This year they had four tags: one for a doe, one for a buck, one for an elk cow, and one for an elk bull. So far the deer hunt has been semi-successful, they brought back a doe.

I am not sure how I feel about the hunting of animals. I love animals, especially the cute, furry, animals. But I know the logic in hunting; at least for population control. So, back home in Springville, UT we got deer all the time coming in to town and they would get hit. We saw one that had already been hit, but just barely so. It was so sad it was in pain, you could see, and it was trying to get up, but had been hurt too badly. I was so upset and it made me cry. Not to mention that I was pregnant. But I think it would have made me sad anyway.

Seeing this deer that was already dead, and being taken care of so that they could take it to the meat packing plant to be processed into various pieces of meat, I was torn between emotions.
So, I am happy that they got the deer that they wanted and sad that this beautiful, graceful creature had to die.