As a young kid, I never really understood deer hunting. Nothing against it, but I wondered why people spent so much time, effort and energy doing it.
My neighbor was way into it. He hunted like the Indians did. Homemade bow, homemade arrows. His tips were real arrowheads he fastened to the arrow with leather. At one point, the guy dropped a deer with an Atlatl...I think that's how you spell it.
I know he raided Indian burial grounds. The family called it "cave digging" They are all over around here......but, I doubt the Chief would have minded when someone killed a deer, in modern times, with his old weapon? The guy raided with kindness, love and respect. Maybe that fits together, somehow?
After the hunt, they invited me over for dinner. Jesus fucking christ, it was unreal. The mom could really cook, and the deer meat was as good as any 80.00 dollar steak I've ever had.