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My reformative logic went like this: For every turkey wrap or club sandwich I'd ever eaten, something had been killed for my benefit—I'd just never done the killing myself. The deer hunt invitation seemed an opportunity, a challenge even, to reclaim my place in the food chain by assuming responsibility for the meat on my plate.
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I always try to somehow commemorate the taking of a life, but I have yet to come up with the right words. The ones that move through my head are usually I'm sorry and, finally, thank you, and that's how my sort-of prayer went now. I looked up to see a cow in a nearby field, her big eyes watching.
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I wondered if I would ever get over my ambivalence about killing—and whether I wanted to. Maybe it should be hard, and should change me a little bit each time. I can still feel the weight of the deer's big head. I can still see the antelope's rough face at my feet. I can still hear the turkey's wings slapping the snow. And I value those moments as some of the most authentic of my life.

I looked at the [wish]bone. We'd break it in the morning, probably my sister and I. As if my bird hadn't provided enough, it would also grant us a wish.

Texas Size 11 wrote:There are some nut jobs posting comments to that article, but I am genuinely surprised that Oprah has a "pro-hunting" article in her magazine.

Didn't see that one coming.

DoubleJ wrote:she's from Chicago, I thought. Least that's where...

her...


show...

was filmed.
uh, why do I know that?

and I was gonna give Andy a hard time for looking at The O's website!