My journey from being an anti-hunter to becoming a bird and big-game hunter has been a significant transformation.
I recall my first impression of hunting, which was watching maggots crawl out of a small buck's eyes as it lay in a friend's backyard in central Wyoming when I was just 3 or 4 years old.
I tucked most of the meat away in a napkin to throw out later.
Even after college, I still didn't understand hunting, and when my boyfriend told me he'd shot a deer, I reacted negatively, calling him a "Bambi killer" and slamming my laptop closed.
Author's summary: Former anti-hunter now hunts with daughter.