Following my hubby through the woods. |
I bought a hunting license this year. That statement may not be shocking to most of you, but it is if you’ve known me in my younger years. I grew up in a family of ranchers, although we stopped ranching when I was a little girl, and beef was always on the menu. Hunting, however, was a foreign concept. There were certainly members of my extended family who hunted, but it was not something I was ever exposed to. In high school I became very attached to one of the steers we were raising for meat, and I swore off red meat. Several family members love to tell the story of Chrissy the Vegetarian, but I was far from it. I never gave up chicken or pork. Especially not bacon, because, it's bacon. Enough said.
When I met my husband I had no understanding of why someone would hunt, and although I didn't really think it was wrong, I didn't think it was something I would ever really support, let alone participate in. But I started to see that Nick was hunting as a means to sustain. Hunting for food, not trophies. Then one day I tried some of his elk jerky, and that was it. I was a rare-steak-eating wife of a hunter. I have come to love cooking with wild game, and found a way of life in providing our family healthy food harvested from the woods, rather than bought at a store. Most surprising of all, especially to myself, I have started to think that I need to fully embody my newfound philosophy on food, by hunting myself.
Nick, showing me how to aim the shotgun. |
And so there I was, hunting license purchased, heading to the mountains for my first official hunt for grouse with my happy husband. The idea of actually killing an animal is not something I have fully embraced yet, but the idea of providing for my family is something I am fully on board with. I was focused, ready, and determined to bring home dinner. I quickly became enamored with grouse hunting, because grouse live in my favorite place, at high elevations in the beautiful Sangre de Cristo Mountains that surround Taos. Nick and I chose a location we had been at just a week before, where we had practically stepped on several grouse. As we walked through the woods I tried to calm myself, thinking about how close I felt to the mountains, and the food I would be providing for my family. I listened to the wind in the trees, the calming sound of a creek, just out of sight, and the crunch of leaves beneath my feet. I focused on slowing my heart rate, and preparing myself for what was to come.
As it turns out, we had a beautiful walk in the woods, and that was about it. We didn't see a single grouse, or even sign of a grouse. We walked around for a couple of hours, and a couple of miles. It was an amazing morning in the mountains, and nothing more. It was a strange feeling to return to the car, disappointed that I hadn't shot anything. I couldn't help but laugh at my mood, I was so prepared, and so let down. I plan on returning to the woods soon, and am determined to continue on this path towards providing for my family. I'm just hoping that future hunting trips are a little less anti-climactic!
The good news is that there was a silver lining to our grouse-less hunting trip. We stumbled upon this cauliflower mushroom! We have been trying to properly identify one of these for ages! Hooray! The mountains still provided.
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