“Funny, you don’t look it” is a typical response when people learn I am a hunter. Aside from the fact I am gay, I am a gentle and thinking man. People find it hard to believe that I can choose to hunt down and kill a game bird or animal. Yes, hunting, unlike my gayness, is an ethical choice I make. It is a moral choice I keep to myself a great deal of the time as I find I have more venom spat at me for choosing hunting than for being gay. I concealed that I was gay and in a relationship with Mika from most of my hunting buddies. My hunting buddies are men and women from various ethnic and religious backgrounds. They are generally conservative. I feared I might lose them as friends and hunting buddies if they knew the truth, or at the very least, they would be uncomfortable knowing. It turns out they were not bothered in the least and are happy for me that I am in a long-term relationship with Mika. We remain friends and hunting buddies, taking to the field to pursue game and enjoy our sport. Everyone who takes up hunting has their reasons for doing so, but as for me, I have had a lifelong passion for hunting, the outdoors and wildlife.

I have loved the natural world for as long as I can remember. As a boy, I spent my spare time exploring the ponds, marshes, streams and meadows, watching the wildlife and reading books on natural history. My father and one of my uncles had a passing interest in hunting. I remember accompanying them when I was old enough when they pursued cottontail rabbits and squirrels. My father taught me how to shoot a gun when I was eight years old. I was given an air rifle when I was 12 years old, and it promptly began taking a frightful toll on the songbird and small mammal population in the nearby woodlands. At the time, I did not know any better. I look back on those days with profound regret as this was not hunting but instead killing for the sake of killing. I still had a lot to learn about hunting, particularly hunting ethics. Over the years, through trial and a good deal of error, I have been proficient in hunting techniques and ethical conduct while out hunting. Yes, let there be no misunderstanding that hunting, at least for my hunting buddies and me, is not about killing for the sake of killing. I disapprove of killing for the sake of killing. I actively discourage it in mentoring new hunters and refuse to have anything to do with people who fail to appreciate the difference between hunting and killing for the sake of killing.

There is a spiritual facet to my interest in hunting. In my Roman Catholic background, I was a practicing Roman Catholic for many years, and in Catholic teachings, the use of animals by humans, including hunting, is legitimate. That is provided it meets the criteria spelled out in the Catechism of the Catholic Church listed here:

2417    God entrusted animals to the stewardship of those whom he created in his own image.¹⁹⁸ Hence it is legitimate to use animals for food and clothing. They may be domesticated to help man in his work and leisure. Medical and scientific experimentation on animals is a morally acceptable practice if it remains within reasonable limits and contributes to caring for or saving human lives. (2234)

2418    It is contrary to human dignity to cause animals to suffer or die needlessly. It is likewise unworthy to spend money on them that should as a priority go to the relief of human misery. One can love animals; one should not direct to them the affection due only to persons. (2446) (Catechism of the Catholic Church)

Also, in Roman Catholicism, Saint Hubert is the patron saint of hunters. His feast day is November 3rd. Blooding is a ritual practiced in European and North American hunting cultures. A hunter who has killed his first big game animal has the animal’s blood smeared on his cheeks. Blooding originated in Europe during the Middle Ages as a tribute to Saint Hubert. As Don Dubuc notes:

When a hunter killed a deer a knife would be placed on the wound and covered with its blood. With the blade three crosses of blood were traced on the hunter, one on the forehead, and one on each cheek. This was to symbolize Hubert’s encounter with the deer with the crucifix in its antlers and for the hunter to acknowledge receiving the saint’s blessing for the kill. Other hunters in the group would stand and shake his hand in congratulations.

When I shot my first deer in November 2012, my friend and hunting buddy Jason Quinn carried out the ritual of smearing my cheeks with the deer’s blood. It was a proud moment for me, in which I felt a mix of triumph and sorrow in successfully hunting down and killing my first deer. We shared the venison between us, which was so good to eat.

While I am no longer a practicing Roman Catholic, hunting, for me, remains a spiritual experience, only more in keeping with my having embraced Deism. The nature of my spirituality related to hunting is best described in Meditations on Hunting by the Spanish philosopher José Ortega y Gasset (1883-1955). In discussing the spiritual aspects of hunting, Ortega y Gasset observed:

I have said “religious,” and the word does not seem excessive to me. A fascinating mystery of nature is manifested in the universal fact of hunting: the inexorable hierarchy among living beings. Every animal is in a relationship of superiority or inferiority with regard to every other. Strict equality is exceedingly improbable and anomalous.

Life is a terrible conflict, a grandiose and atrocious confluence. Hunting submerges man deliberately in that formidable mystery and therefore contains something of religious rite and emotion in which homage is paid to what is divine, transcendent, in the laws of nature. (as cited in High Country News)

I spend most of my time outdoors viewing, photographing and learning about the wildlife and the ecosystems that support it. I enjoy sharing my knowledge and experience with others to promote wildlife conservation and the habitat it needs to survive. I have membership in various groups dedicated to conserving wildlife habitat, such as Ducks Unlimited Canada. I think it is incumbent on me as a hunter to support the effort to preserve the wildlife resources and the natural world for which I have had a lifelong passion. I will continue to enjoy all the time I spend in the outdoors. I especially look forward to taking to the field with my dogs, Hera and Stella (Stella joined my household in 2019), friends, and hunting buddies in pursuit of game. All the while enjoying the thrill of the hunt, the camaraderie, sportsmanship and the spiritual experience I get from hunting.

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