Bow Kill Revisited

The morning after. Writers remorse? Not really.

Upon waking I questioned whether to keep the post of the doe kill. I'm sure it strikes some as barbaric and cruel. I can't say I disagree. But, it is honest and true. I've tried to keep this blog that.

Did I feel saddened by the does' death? Not in the death, but in the extended suffering, yes. I was upset with myself for making her suffer the for the length of time it took to dispatch her. There was nothing I could do about that, short of not hunting at all.
I practice shooting and feel confident in myself and my equipments ability to make a clean, quick kill. As I eluded to in the previous post, deer can jump the arrow, so aiming a little low is normally a good plan. In this case, it wasn't.

The doe was an animal. I feel much worse for all the unborn that are killed before they get a chance at life. It disheatens me much more that a mother has gotten to a place mentally that she can allow an abortion much less a late-term abortion. It sickens me that a doctor can do them, knowing that 99.9% of the time he isn't saving the life of the mother, a charade some try to make us believe.
My wife and I work to try to understand that and help those women who can accept our help should the choose life over death for their baby.
I feel much worse for us a global society that we put more value on an animal than a human life at times.

I do feel good that I did all I could to minimize the doe's suffering and didn't just give up on her. The good, natural venison will provide us with some nice wild protein. Meat not injected with chemicals and additives.
Some I will give to Lynn's uncle that can't eat beef due to dietary restrictions. A nice roast I will give the older gentleman that doesn't hunt anymore but loves venison, the same gracious neighbor that I got to know as he helped me sight in my deer rifle last fall.