To The Bone

To The Bone

If I Could Hunt No More

Looking at a life without the hunt, and what I'd lose were it so...

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Hank Shaw
May 07, 2024
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A farmers market chicken, roasted.

A friend once asked me what I would do if I could never hunt again. I could tell you how soul crushing it would be, how impoverished my existence would be. But that would be a lie.

I have to be honest with you: I’d be fine. At least in the kitchen.

Remember most of my life has been spent without hunting. I have been hunting for more than 20 years, but I s…

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